There was a pause, disproportionately long.
"Sort of thing you would say to yourself," said Woodville a little irritably, as he lit a cigarette.
"Yes!—I took the 2.15—awful train. I went up there and went all over the school, called at the photographers—and actually got the group! And—there you are!"
Mervyn seemed very animated on the subject, and clapped his friend several times on the back with short, delighted laughs.
"By Jove!" said Woodville, looking at the photograph.
"Why do you say 'By Jove!'?" asked Mervyn suspiciously.
"Why? Well! I must say something! You always show me things on which no other comment is possible but an exclamation, or you tell me things so unanswerable that there's nothing to say at all."
"So I do," admitted Mervyn, smiling, as he locked away the souvenir. Then he sat down, and his animation dropped to a calmness bordering on apathy.
"And how are you getting on?"
"Not at all."