This was Harvey Warner, the son of a man who had made a fortune during the Civil War, some said as a sutler. Harvey professed³ to be very aristocratic, and had paid especial attention to Walter, because he, too, had the reputation of being wealthy. He had invited Walter to pass a couple of weeks at the summer residence of the Warners, near Lake George. This, however, was before he had heard of Walter's loss of fortune. As soon as he learned this, he decided⁴ that the invitation must be withdrawn⁵. This would be awkward, as he had been on very intimate terms with our hero, and had been a guest at the banquet.

Not foreseeing the effect of his changed circumstances on the mind of his late friend, Walter, meeting him on the campus the day afterward⁶, called out, familiarly: “How are you, old fellow? Why didn't you come round to my room last evening?”

“I had another engagement, Sherwood,” answered Warner, stiffly.

“You ought to give me the preference,” said Walter, not observing the other's change of manner.

“Ahem! a man must judge for himself, you know. By the way, is it true that you have lost all your money?”

“I don't know how much I have lost, but I am not coming back to college next year.”

“You are in hard luck,” said Warner coldly. “By the way, I think we shall have to give up that plan for the summer.”

“What plan?”

“Why, you know I invited you to visit me at Lake George.”

Walter began to comprehend.

“Why, are you not going to be there?” he asked,

“Yes, but the house will be full of other fellows, don't you know.”

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