Dave, fortunately, did not feel under any necessity to spend his leisure in grinding over text-books.
Dave glanced at his study desk, though he barely saw the pile of text-books neatly piled up there.
"No letters to write tonight," he thought "I was going to loan Danny boy one of my two new novels.

No matter; if he'd rather visit let him do so." In the short interval of recreation that had followed the evening meal Dave had missed his home chum and roommate, but had thought nothing of it.

Nor was Dave now really disappointed over the present prospect of having an hour or two by himself.

He went to a one-shelf book rack high overhead and pulled down one of his two recent novels.
"If I want Danny boy at any time I fancy I have only to step as far as Page's room," mused Dave, as he seated himself by his desk.
An hour slipped by without interruption.

An occasional burst of laughter floated down the corridor.