“That must be saying a great deal,” she answered.
“Why?”
“You must have known many.”
“I have,” he admitted, “and none of 'em, no matter how much they'd knocked about, were able to look out for themselves any better than you.”
“Not even Cassandra Hopkins?” Cynthia could not resist saying. She saw that she had scored; his expressions registered his sensations so accurately.
“What do you know about her?” he said.
“Oh,” said Cynthia, mysteriously, “I heard that you were very fond of her at Andover.”
Bob could not help pluming himself a little. He thought the fact that she had mentioned the matter a flaw in Cynthia's armor, as indeed it was. And yet he was not proud of the Cassandra Hopkins episode in his career.
“Cassandra is one of the institutions at Andover,” said he; “most fellows have to take a course in Cassandra to complete their education.”
“Yours seems to be very complete,” Cynthia retorted.