"I don't know when I've been so pleased for years.

Been to luncheon ?" "I've just had it," laughed Adams, remembering that fifteen years ago, when he last saw him, Kemper had extended a similar invitation with the same grasp of hearty good fellowship.

Was it possible that the man had really kept his college memories alive?
he wondered in a daze of admiration, or had he himself merely awakened by his reappearance a train of associations which had lain undisturbed since their last parting.

Let it be as it might, Adams felt that the encounter was of the pleasantest.
"I'm driven like a slave back to office drudgery," he added, "and I'm half inclined to envy you your freedom and your automobiles." Kemper's eyes shot back an intimate curiosity.

"So you're editor of _The International Review_, I hear," he said.