"You can guess?"
"Well, I suppose I can," answered Ayre, with some resentment.
"He's given it up, apparently."
"I don't know."
"He must have. Awfully cut up he looked, poor old chap! I was glad Kate and Haddington didn't see him."
"Poor chap! He takes it hard. Hallo! here's the fons et origo mali."
Morewood joined them.
"I have been," he said gravely, "rescuing my picture. That insipid lunatic had wrapped it up in brown paper, and put it among his socks in his portmanteau. I couldn't see it anywhere till I routed out the portmanteau. If it had come to grief I should have entered the Academy."
"Don't give way so," said Ayre; "it's unmanly. Control your emotions."
Eugene rose.