how the Freshman game came out; I wish, if you would, you’d send your
brother my congratulations.”

“Thank you, I will.”

“Good-night, sir.”

“Good-night.”

The door closed softly. Irving turned again and pressed his forehead
against the window-pane with a smile. It was a smile not merely of
satisfaction because he had won his way at last, though he was not
indifferent to that; he was happy too because this night he felt he had
come close to Westby.