"Yes, she is," Eades assented. "She was boring Miss Ward to death." "Poor Elizabeth!" said Marriott with a little laugh. "She is so patient, and people do afflict her so." Eades did not like the way in which Marriott could speak of Elizabeth, any more than he liked to hear Elizabeth address Marriott as Gordon. "I see the _Courier_ gave you a fine send-off this morning," Marriott went on. "What a record you made! Not a single acquittal the whole term!" Eades made no reply. He was wondering if Elizabeth had seen the _Courier’s_ editorial. In the morning he thought he would send her a bunch of violets, and Tuesday-- "Your course is most popular," Marriott went on. And Eades looked at him; he could not always understand Marriott, and he did not like to have him speak of his course as if he had deliberately chosen it as a mere matter of policy. "It’s the right course," he said significantly. "Oh, I suppose so," Marriott replied. "Still--I really can’t congratulate you when I think of those poor devils--" "I haven’t a bit of sympathy for them," said Eades coldly. This, he thought, was where Elizabeth got those strange, improper notions. Marriott should not be permitted-- Just then, in an automobile tearing by, they saw Dick Ward, and Eades suddenly recalled a scene he had witnessed in the club the day before. "That young fellow’s going an awful gait," he said suddenly. "Who, Dick?" "Yes, I saw him in the club yesterday--" "I know," said Marriott. "It’s a shame. He’s a nice little chap." "Can’t you do something for him? He seems to like you." "What can I do?" "Well, can’t you--speak to him?" "I never could preach," said Marriott. "Well," said Eades helplessly, "it’s too bad." "Yes," said Marriott; "it would break their hearts--Ward’s and Elizabeth’s." XI