“Are you really? That explains it, then. There’s something about you that doesn’t seem entirely English, Ordway. You don’t _look_ terribly English, for one thing.” “My mother is American,” said Hugh. “Her family has lived in Maryland ever since the place was settled, I fancy. I’ve been over here off and on, you know, ever since I was a kid. It’s queer, Cathcart, but sometimes I feel as if I was all American and sometimes as if I was all English! Queer game, eh?” “Jekyll and Hyde idea?” asked the other, with a smile. “But don’t ask me which is Jekyll!” “I won’t,” laughed Hugh. “Don’t want to embarrass you. What’s that stuff you’re digging at?” “Benson’s ‘Medieval History,’” replied Cathcart. “It’s very interesting.” “But, I say, we don’t have that, do we?” “No, I’m just taking it up as a reading course. I have a good deal of spare time this term and next, you see.” “Fancy that! I dare say you’re a regular shark at study, eh? Honor Man and all that?” “Well, yes, I was Honor Man three terms last year and two the year before and one in my junior year. It isn’t hard, you know.” “Do you go in for games at all? Tennis or golf or anything?” “N-no, not now. I play tennis a little, but I haven’t done much at it since spring. There doesn’t seem to be much time.” “Yes, but look here, old chap, tennis would do you a jolly sight more good than Whatshisname’s ‘Medieval History’!” “I don’t feel the need of it, Ordway. You see I have gym work during the fall and winter terms and then in spring I go in for tennis a couple of times a week.” “You need more than that. Look here, I’m out of football for a couple of weeks anyhow, Cathcart. What do you say we have a try at tennis some day? What hours do you have in the mornings?” “I’m pretty full every morning but Thursday and Saturday,” replied the other doubtfully. “I wouldn’t be much of a fellow for you to play with, Ordway. I’m terribly stale. Fact is, I only do it in spring because I have to.” “Oh, I’m no marvel, old chap! Anyway, that doesn’t matter, does it? We can have some sport. What time Thursday, now?” Cathcart laughed. “Well, eleven to twelve, if you really want me to play.” “Eleven to twelve is all right for me. Don’t forget. Got a good racket?” “Why, come to think of it, I don’t believe I know where it is. Seems to me someone borrowed it last term. I’ll have a look for it, though.” “Don’t bother too much about it. I’ve got one you may use and welcome. I say, I hope you don’t think me awfully cheeky to come in and take up your time, eh?” “I don’t, indeed, Ordway! I think it mighty nice of you. I was rather afraid you held it in for me, you see.” “Oh, rot! As though I would! Thursday at eleven, then? I’ll stop here for you, eh?” “Yes, do, for I might forget it. Thursday’s a good way off, though, and if you find time you might drop in again. It’s good to talk with a fellow who doesn’t spout football every minute!”