"Ah."

"Do you know James?"

"Never heard of him."

"He's my year too. He got a blue for hockey his second term."

"I know nothing about the 'Varsity."

Rickie winced at the abbreviation "'Varsity." It was at that time
the proper thing to speak of "the University."

"I haven't the time," pursued Mr. Dawes.

"No, no," said Rickie politely.

"I had the chance of being an Undergrad, myself, and, by Jove,
I'm thankful I didn't!"

"Why?" asked Agnes, for there was a pause.

"Puts you back in your profession. Men who go there first, before
the Army, start hopelessly behind. The same with the Stock
Exchange or Painting. I know men in both, and they've never
caught up the time they lost in the 'Varsity--unless, of course,
you turn parson."

"I love Cambridge," said she. "All those glorious buildings, and