"
"I am sorry to deprive him of that pleasure. Did you see much of him
in vacation, Oscar?"
"I used to meet him almost every day walking down Washington Street,
swinging a light cane, and wearing a stunning necktie, as usual."
"Is he coming back this term?"
"Yes, he came on the same train with me. Hasn't he called to pay his
respects to you?"
"No," answered Harry, with a smile. "He hasn't done me that honor.
He probably expects me to make the first call."
"Well, Harry, I suppose you will be on hand next week, when the
Clionian holds its first meeting?"
"Yes, I will be there."
"And don't forget to call at my room before that time. I want to
examine you in French, and see how much progress you have made."
"Thank you, Oscar."
"Now I must be going. I have got a tough Greek lesson to prepare for
to-morrow. I suppose it will take me twice as long as usual. It is
always hard to get to work again after a long vacation. So
good-morning, and don't forget to call at my room soon--say to-morrow
evening."
"I will come."
"What a gentlemanly fellow your friend is!" said Ferguson.
"What is his name, Harry?" asked Mr. Anderson.
"Oscar Vincent. His father is an editor in Boston."
"What! the son of John Vincent?" said Mr. Anderson, surprised.
"Yes, sir; do you know his father?"
"Only by reputation. He is a man of great ability.
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