"To Cambridge, no. But the Hall man they're stopping with has so
many engagements that she and her friend can often come to me,
I'm glad to say. I don't think I ever told you much, but over two
years ago the man she was going to marry was killed at football.
She nearly died of grief. This visit to Cambridge is almost the
first amusement she has felt up to taking. Oh, they go back
tomorrow! Give me breakfast tomorrow."

"All right."

"But I shall see you this evening. I shall be round at your paper
on Schopenhauer. Lemme go."

"Don't go," he said idly. "It's much better for you to talk to
me."

"Lemme go, Stewart."

"It's amusing that you're so feeble. You--simply--can't--get--
away.
I wish I wanted to bully you."

Rickie laughed, and suddenly over balanced into the grass.
Ansell, with unusual playfulness, held him prisoner. They lay
there for few minutes, talking and ragging aimlessly. Then Rickie
seized his opportunity and jerked away.

"Go, go!" yawned the other. But he was a little vexed, for he was
a young man with great capacity for pleasure, and it pleased him