had come with pompousness of youth and bargained to have Greystones for a month. "To paint," he said. "To paint with a friend!" Yes … To paint things red! Mr. Kirby smiled broadly again. He saw nothing clear. He saw an imbroglio forming, and he gloried in such things!
It looked as though that young man and his friend had painted thoroughly! … They had had a lark … and what a lark! Well, they must pay the piper! … They had made a night of it. … With whom?
Mr. Kirby lay back in his very comfortable chair in the smoking-room of the club and pondered. … Someone who went to the lectures at the Guelph University here in Ormeston had been in that rough and tumble in Greystones. … It had been a students' rag he supposed.
He took up the crumpled slip of paper once more and opened it out again carefully. As he tried to connect the disjointed phrases scribbled upon it he got a bit puzzled.
What student would want such notes as these?
"Memorandum: Home does not agree with Latouche. Mention this to-morrow in the first hour. Return both essays.
