University. One girl walked alone more slowly and was purposely delaying.
"That's Alice!" Dave recognized her; then he denied, "No; that can't be Alice." But he saw that she was, and at this sight of her, with this disconcerting return of his sensation that she was somehow less, he remembered that it had seized him last night after he had been with Fidelia Netley.
He did not like it; he would not have it. In a moment, he did not have it for as he came close to the corner where she was standing and frankly waiting for him, his feeling for her flowed over.
"Hello," he hailed her.
She nodded to him; she did not speak to him because, at that instant, she could not; she was caught too tightly in the grip of her fear, that baseless fear of losing him sometime, which had become so much more definite since his meeting with Fidelia Netley. Here he was with Fidelia Netley again this morning. "It's perfectly natural," Alice argued with herself. "She came from two doors beyond Delta Alpha; they just happened to meet and so of course came on. There's Dorothy Hess with them, too."
Fidelia spoke to her and she replied; then she spoke to Dorothy and last to David. "Good morning, David," she said, looking up directly into his eyes where she found nothing but his feeling for her which had filled him again. It made her strong and confident.
The plowed path on the walk was no wider there than up the street so if four were to walk together,
