He sighed at the memory, and lifted his shoulders in a “What was I to do?” gesture.“It’s my own feeling that the professor got wind of the dear lady’s attraction to me and put a younger girl in my path, just to prove to her that she was too old to flirt.” Gregg was listening, fascinated. This was a brand-new version. He had not even heard of the “professor’s wife.” If this were true, then he could understand more clearly why his being thrown out of school had been so completely without qualification. So far all he had heard was that a girl had pursued him so thoroughly, practically throwing herself at him, that on the night of the Halloween party he had been a little drunk and had lost his head.Charlie was pounding the table softly in emphasis and frustration. “Well—I made a pass at the kid—she was a pretty piece—she screamed for help—and pulled my world down around my ears.” He was silent, as though he could not go into further detail without being ungentlemanly.The silence extended itself and Herb broke it, weakly.
What do You think about The Incredible Charlie Carewe?
