so he sat gazing at the lecturer while he thought what to say to Alice! What to say!
He must tell her immediately after class or some one else would. For some one must have seen him leave the house to follow Fidelia Netley; some one must have seen him with her on the ice. But what had David Herrick to tell? What was it which had happened this morning? Exactly what, in its entire truth, was that which he had done?
When the lecture was over, he was the first out of the room and he waited near the door to speak to Alice when she came out. But she looked up at him and then down and away from him and, seeing her, he dared not speak to her. He shrank back, dumb. She went out, staring straight ahead and not speaking to any one. Myra was with her but Alice did not speak even to her.
They left the building and Dave followed and saw Alice and Myra go from the campus to the street where Alice had parked her car.
He hurried to catch up; but Alice got into her car and he saw her push Myra away when she wished to enter. Alice shut the door and drove off.
"Alice!" Dave called. "Alice!"
She must have heard him but she only drove more rapidly away.
Myra heard him, of course; and she turned back and met him.
"Dave!" she assailed him. "Have you the slightest idea what you've done?"
