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had to do with the thing； and yesterday anybody could see that he was in a panic。〃
They heard a step on the stair； and directly Coleman entered； followed by his dragoman。 They were laden with the raw material for breakfast。 The correspondent looked keenly among the students； for it was plain that they had been talking of him。 It； filled him with rage； and for a stifling moment he could not think why he failed to immediately decamp in chagrin and leave eleven orphans to whatever fate。 their general incompetence might lead them。 It struck him as a deep shame that even then he and his paid man were carrying in the breakfast。 He wanted to fling it all on the floor and walk out。 Then he remembered Marjory。 She was the reason。 She was the reason for everything。
But he could not repress certain； of his thoughts。 〃Say； you people；〃 he said； icily； 〃 you had better soon learn to hustle for yourselves。 I may be a dragoman； and a butler； and a cook； and a housemaid； but I'm blowed if I'm a wet nurse。〃 In reality； he had taken the most generous pleasure in working for the others before their eyes had even been opened from sleep； but it was now all turned to wormwood。 It is certain that even this could not have deviated this executive man from labour and management。 because these were his life。 But he felt that he was about to walk out of the room； consigning them all to Hades。 His glance of angry； reproach fastened itself mainly upon Peter Tounley； because he knew that of all； Peter was the most innocent。
Peter； Tounley was abashed by this glance。 So you've brought us something to eat； old man。 That is tremendously nice of you…we…appreciate it like everything。〃
Coleman was mollified by Peter's tone。 Peter had had that emotion which is equivalent to a sense of guilt； although in reality he was speckless。 Two or three of the other students bobbed up to a sense of the situation。 They ran to Coleman； and with polite cries took his provisions from him。 One dropped a bunch of lettuce on the floor； and others reproached him with scholastic curses。 Coke was seated near the window； half militant； half conciliatory。 It was impossible for him to keep up a manner of deadly enmity while Coleman was bringing in his breakfast。 He would have much preferred that Coleman had not brought in his breakfast。 He would have much preferred to have foregone breakfast altogether。 He would have much preferred anything。 There seemed to be a conspiracy of circumstance to put him in the wrong and make him appear as a ridiculous young peasant。 He was the victim of a benefaction； and he hated Coleman harder now than at any previous time。 He saw that if he stalked out and took his breakfast alone in a cafe； the others would consider him still more of an outsider。 Coleman had expressed himself like a man of the world and a gentleman； and Coke was convinced that he was a superior man of the world and a superior gentleman； but that he simply had not had words to express his position at the proper time。 Coleman was glib。 Therefore； Coke had been the victim of an attitude as well as of a benefaction。 And so he deeply hated Coleman。
The others were talking cheerfully。 〃What the deuce are these； Coleman ？ Sausages？ Oh； my。 And look at these burlesque fishes。 Say； these Greeks don't care what they eat。 Them thar things am sardines in the crude state。 No ？ Great God； look at those things。 Look。 What？ Yes； they are。 Radishes。 Greek synonym for radishes。〃
The professor entered。 〃 Oh；〃 he said apologetically； as if he were intruding in a boudoir。 All his serious desire to probe Coleman to the bottom ended in embarrassment。 Mayhap it was not a law of feeling； but it happened at any rate。 〃 He had come in a puzzled frame of mind； even an accusative frame of mind； and almost immediately he found himself suffer。 ing like a culprit before his judge。 It is a phenomenon of what we call guilt and innocence。
〃 Coleman welcomed him cordially。 〃 Well； professor； good…morning。 I've rounded up some things that at least may be eaten。〃
〃 You are very good 〃 very considerate； Mr。 Coleman；〃 answered the professor； hastily。 〃 I'am sure we are much indebted to you。〃 He had scanned the correspondent's face； land it had been so devoid of guile that he was fearful that his suspicion； a base suspicion； of this noble soul would be detected。 〃 No； no； we can never thank you enough。〃
Some of the students began to caper with a sort of decorous hilarity before their teacher。 〃 Look at the sausage； professor。 Did you ever see such sausage 〃 Isn't it salubrious 〃 And see these other things； sir。 Aren't they curious 〃 I shouldn't wonder if they were alive。 Turnips； sir？ No； sir。 I think they are Pharisees。 I have seen a Pharisee look like a pelican； but I have never seen a Pharisee look like a turnip； so I think these turnips must be Pharisees； sir； Yes； they may be walrus。 We're not sure。 Anyhow； their angles are geometrically all wrong。 Peter； look out。〃 Some green stuff was flung across the room。 The professor laughed； Coleman laughed。 Despite Coke； dark…browed； sulking。 and yet desirous of reinstating himself； the room had waxed warm with the old college feeling； the feeling of lads who seemed never to treat anything respectfully and yet at the same time managed to treat the real things with respect。 The professor himself contributed to their wild carouse over the strange Greek viands。 It was a vivacious moment common to this class in times of relaxation； and it was understood perfectly。
Coke arose。 〃 I don't see that I have any friends here；〃 he said； hoarsely； 〃 and in consequence I don't see why I should remain here。〃
All looked at him。 At the same moment Mrs。 Wainwright and Marjory entered the room。
CHAPTER XIX。
〃Good…morning；〃 said Mrs。 Wainwright jovially to the students and then she stared at Coleman as if he were a sweep at a wedding。
〃 Good…morning；〃 said Marjory。
Coleman and the students made reply。 〃 Good…morning。 Good…morning。 Good…morning。 Good…morning〃
It was curious to see this greeting； this common phrase； this bit of old ware； this antique； come upon a dramatic scene and pulverise it。 Nothing remained but a ridiculous dust。 Coke； glowering； with his lips still trembling from heroic speech； was an angry clown； a pantaloon in rage。 Nothing was to be done to keep him from looking like an ass。 He； strode toward the door mumbling about a walk before breakfast。
Mrs。 Wainwright beamed upon him。 〃 Why； Mr。 Coke； not before breakfast ？ You surely won't have time。〃 It was grim punishment。 He appeared to go blind； and he fairly staggered out of the door mumbling again； mumbling thanks or apologies or explanations。 About the mouth of Coleman played a sinister smile。 The professor cast。 upon his wife a glance expressing weariness。 It was as if he said 〃 There you go again。 You can't keep your foot out of it。〃 She understood the glance； and so she asked blankly： 〃Why； What's the matter？ Oh。〃 Her belated mind grasped that it waw an aftermath of the quarrel of Coleman and Coke。 Marjory looked as if she was distressed in the belief that her mother had been stupid。 Coleman was outwardly serene。 It was Peter Tounley who finally laughed a cheery； healthy laugh and they all looked at him with gratitude as if his sudden mirth had been a real statement or recon… ciliation and consequent peace。
The dragoman and others disported themselves until a breakfast was laid upon the floor。 The adventurers squatted upon the floor。 They made a large company。 The professor and Coleman discussed the means of getting to Athens。 Peter Tounley sat next to Marjory。 〃 Peter；〃 she said； privately； 〃 what was all this trouble between Coleman and Coke ？ 〃
Peter answered blandly： 〃 Oh； nothing at Nothing at all。〃
〃 Well； but〃 she persisted； 〃 what was the cause of it？〃
He looked at her quaintly。 He was not one of those in love with her； but be was interested in the affair。 〃 Don't you know ？ 〃 he asked。
She understood from his manner that she had been some kind of an issue in the quarrel。 〃 No；〃 she answered； hastily。 〃 I don't。〃
〃Oh； I don't mean that；〃 said Peter。 〃I only meant I only meantoh； well； it was nothing…really。〃
〃 It must have been about something；〃 continued Marjory。 She continued； because Peter had denied that she was concerned in it。 〃 Whose fault ？ 〃
〃I really don't know。 It was all rather confusing；〃 lied Peter； tranquilly。
Coleman and the professor decided to accept a plan of the correspondent's dragoman to start soon on the first stage of the journey to Athens。 The dragoman had said that he had found two large carriages rentable。
Coke； the outcast； walked alone in the narrow streets。 The flight of the crown prince's army from Larissa had just been announced in Arta； but Coke was probably the most woebegone object on the Greek peninsula。
He encountered a strange sight on the streets。 A woman garbed in the style for walking of an afternoon on upper Broadway was approaching him through a mass of kilted mountaineers and soldiers in soiled overcoats。 Of course he recognised Nora Black。
In his conviction that everybody in the world was at this time considering him a mere worm； he was sure that she would not heed him。 Beyond that he had been presented to her notice in but a transient and cursory fashion。 But contrary to his conviction； she turned a radiant smile upon him。 〃 Oh；〃 she said； brusquely； 〃 you are one of the students。 Good morning。〃 In her manner was all the confidence of an old warrior； a veteran； who addresses the universe with assurance because of his past battles。
Coke grinned at this strange greeting。 〃 Yes； Miss Black；〃 he answered； 〃 I am one of the students。〃
She did not seem to quite know how to formulate her next speech。 〃 Er…I suppose you're going to Athens at once 〃 You must be glad after your horrid experiences。〃
〃 I believe they are going to start for Athens today；〃 said Coke。
Nora was all attention。 〃'They ？'〃 she repeated。 〃Aren't you going with them？ 〃
〃 Well；〃 he said； 〃 * * Well…〃
She saw of course that there had been some kind of trouble。 She laughed。 〃 You look as if somebody had kicked you down stairs；〃 she said； candidly。 She at once assumed an intimate manner toward him which was like a temporary motherhood。 〃 Come； walk with me and tell me all about it。〃 There was in her tone a most artistic suggestion that whatever had happened she was on his side。 He was not loath。 The street was full of soldiers whose tongues clattered so loudly that the two foreigners might have been wandering in a great cave of the winds。 〃 Well； what was the row about ？ 〃 asked Nora。 〃 And who was in it？ 〃
It would have been no solace to Coke to pour out his tale even if it had been a story that he could have told Nora。 He was not stopped by the fact that he had gotten himself in the quarrel because he had insulted the name of the girt at his side。 He did not think of it at that time。 The whole thing was now extremely vague in outline to him and he only had a dull feeling of misery and loneliness。 He wanted her to cheer him。
Nora laughed again。 〃 Why； you're a regular little kid。 Do you mean to say you've come out here sulking alone because of some nursery quarrel？ 〃 He was ruffled by her manner。 It did not co
