“It must be pretty hard for him,” agreed Edward. “But sort of nice too.—I don’t suppose he’ll want to see many fellows to say good-bye—just a few of his best friends,” he added rather wistfully.
That afternoon he loitered by the edge of the pond and watched the Corinthian crew row; Cole had his men out in spite of the tragedy. One or two Pythians who stood by, moping like Edward, were disposed to criticize him for it; they thought it would have shown a better feeling if he had ordered a day of rest in recognition of his adversary’s misfortune.
Discussion of the point offered them some desultory amusement, but Edward did not pay much attention to it. He would have liked to be out on the pond with the Corinthians; perhaps he was heartless even to think of such a thing! His fine green and gold day had turned dreary—and what must it be for Sheldon!
Davis came up and touched him on the shoulder.
