He made no attempt to account to himself for anything so peculiar.
For a while they went slowly together, not speaking, and without destination, though Ramsey vaguely took it for granted that Dora was going somewhere.

But she wasn't.

They emerged from the part of the small town closely built about the university and came out upon a bit of parked land overlooking the river; and here Dora's steps slowed to an indeterminate halt near a bench beneath a maple tree.
"I think I'll stay here a while," she said; and as he made no response, she asked, "Hadn't you better be going back to your 'frat house' for your dinner?
I didn't mean for you to come out of your way with me; I only wanted to get an answer to my question.

You'd better be running back." "Well--" He stood irresolute, not sure that he wanted his dinner just then.

It would have amazed him to face the fact deliberately that perhaps he preferred being with Dora Yocum to eating.