"I think you will," he said with a little nod. "All right. At eight-thirty."
He limped along the narrow cement walk and entered the club. George started back. The group, he noticed, still loitered in front of the restaurant. Rogers detached himself and strolled across. He was no longer suspicious.
"You been down at the field with Mr. Green?"
"Yes."
"What for?"
"Running a little, kicking a football around."
"Trust Bailly to guess you played. What did Green say?"
"If I get in," George, answered simply, "I think he"ll give me a show."
"I guess so," Rogers said, thoughtfully, "or he wouldn"t be wasting his time on you now. Come on over and meet these would-be Freshmen. We"ll all be in the same cla.s.s unless we get brain-fever. Mostly Lawrenceville."
George crossed and submitted to elaborate introductions and warm greetings.
"Green"s grooming him already for the Freshman eleven," Rogers explained.
George accepted the open admiration cautiously, not forgetting what he had been yesterday, what Sylvia had said. Why was Rogers so friendly all at once?
"What prep?" "Where"d you play?" "Line or backfield?"
The rapidity of the questions lessened his discomfort. How was he to avoid such moments? He must make his future exceptionally full so that it might submerge the past of which he couldn"t speak without embarra.s.sment. In this instance Rogers helped him out.
"Morton"s b.u.mmed around. Never went to any school for long."
George pondered this kind act and its fashion as he excused himself and walked on to his lodging. There was actually something to hide, and Rogers admitted it, and was willing to lend a cloak. He could guess why.
Because Green was bothering with him, had condescended to be seen on the street with him. George"s vision broadened.
He locked himself in his room and sat before his souvenirs. Sylvia"s provocative features seemed clearer. For a long time he stared hungrily.
He had an absurd impression that he had already advanced toward her.
Perhaps he had in view of what had happened that afternoon.
His determination as well as his strength had clearly attracted Bailly; yet that strength, its possible application to football, had practically a.s.sured him he would enter college, had made an ally of the careful Rogers, had aroused the admiration of such sub-Freshmen as were in town.
It became clear that if he should be successful at football he would achieve a position of prominence from which he could choose friends useful here and even in the vital future after college.
His planning grew more practical. If football, a game of which he knew almost nothing, could do that, what might he not draw from one he thoroughly knew--anything concerning horses, for instance, hunting, polo? The men interested in horses would be the rich, the best--he choked a trifle over the qualification--the financial and social leaders of the cla.s.s. He would have that card up his sleeve. He would play it when it would impress most. Skill at games, he hazarded, would make it easier than he had thought to work his way through.
Whatever distaste such cold calculation brought he destroyed by staring at Sylvia"s remote beauty. If he was to reach such a goal he would have to use every possible short cut, no matter how unlovely.
He found that evening a radical alteration in Squibs Bailly"s study. The blotter was spattered with ink. Papers littered the desk and drifted about the floor. Everything within reach of the tutor"s hands was disarranged and disreputably untidy. Bailly appeared incomparably more comfortable.
The course opened with a small lecture, delivered while the attenuated man limped up and down the cluttered room.
"Don"t fancy," he began, "that you have found in football a key to the scholastic labyrinth."
His wrinkled face a.s.sumed a violent disapproval. His youthful eyes flashed resentfully.
"Mr. Morton, if I suffered the divine Delphic frenzy and went to the Dean and a.s.sured him you were destined to be one of our very best undergraduates and at the same time would make fifteen touchdowns against Yale, and roughly an equal number against Harvard, do you know what he would reply?"
George gathered that an answer wasn"t necessary.
"You might think," the tutor resumed, limping faster than ever, "that he would run his fingers through his hair, if he had sufficient; would figuratively flame with pleasure; would say: "Miraculous, Mr. Bailly.
You are a great benefactor. We must get this extraordinary youth in the university even if he can"t pa.r.s.e "the cat caught the rat."""
Bailly paused. He clashed his hands together.
"Now I"ll tell you what he"d actually reply. "Interesting if true, Mr.
Bailly. But what are his scholastic attainments? Can he solve a quadratic equation in his head? Has he committed to memory my favourite pa.s.sages of the "Iliad" of Homer and the "Aeneid" of Virgil? Can he name the architect of the Parthenon or the sculptor of the Aegean pediments?
No? Horrible! Then off with his head!""
Bailly draped himself across his chair.
"Therefore it behooves us to get to work."
III
That was the first of sixty-odd toilsome, torturing evenings, for Bailly failed to honour the Sabbath; and, after that first lecture, drab business alone coloured those hours. The multiplicity of subjects was confusing; but, although Bailly seldom told him so, George progressed rapidly, and Bailly knew just where to stress for the examinations.
If it had ended there it would have been bad enough. When he studied the schedule Bailly gave him that first night he had a despairing feeling that either he or it must break down. Everything was accounted for even to the food he was to eat. That last, in fact, created a little difficulty with the landlady, who seemed to have no manner of appreciation of the world-moving importance of football. Rogers wanted to help out there, too. He had found George"s lodging. It was when Green"s interest was popular knowledge, when from the Na.s.sau Club had slipped the belief that Squibs Bailly had turned his eyes on another star. George made it dispa.s.sionately clear to Rogers that Bailly had not allowed in his schedule for calls. Rogers was visibly disappointed.
"Where do you eat, then?"
"Here--with Mrs. Michin."
"Now look, Morton. That"s no way. Half a dozen of us are eating at Joe"s restaurant. They"re the best of the sub-Freshmen that are here. Come along with us."
The manner of the invitation didn"t make George at all reluctant to tell the truth.
"I can"t afford to be eating around in restaurants."
"That needn"t figure," Rogers said, quickly. "Green"s probably only letting you eat certain things. I"ll guarantee Joe"ll take you on for just what you"re paying Mrs. Michin."
George thought rapidly. He could see through Rogers now. The boy wanted, even as he did, to run with the best, but for a vastly different cause.
That was why his manner had altered that first morning when he had sized George up as the unfinished product of a public school, why it had altered again when he had sensed in him a football star. George"s heart warmed, but not to Rogers. Because he rioted around for a period each afternoon in an odorous football suit he was already, in the careful Rogers" eyes, one of the most prominent of the students in town. For the same reason he was in a position to wait and make sure that Rogers himself was the useful sort. George possessed no standard by which to judge, and it would be a mistake to knot ropes that he might want to break later; nor did he care for that sort of charity, no matter how well disguised, so he shook his head.
"Green and Squibs wouldn"t put up with it."
He wheedled his landlady, instead, into a better humour, paying her reluctantly a little more.
The problem of expenses was still troublesome, but it became evident that there, too, Bailly would be a useful guide.
"I have actually bearded the dean about you," he said one evening.
"There are a few scholarships not yet disposed of. If I can prove to him that you live by syntax alone you may get one. As for the rest, there"s the commons. Impecunious students profitably wait on table there."