"If he did have such a head, I don't see why he shouldn't put it in his hands as well as anywhere else?" ventured the senior service.
"Possibly as he was in love he was hanging on to his head, having already lost his heart." This from the future K.C.
"But if his heart was in his mouth, how——" I was shouted down.
Then we all thought hard.
"What is the point, Curly?" This to me.
"Yes! What's the matter with the sentence after all?" added S.-P.
"Well, I can't quite say. You see she came along the corridor at midnight, we are told, and saw him, his well-shaped, etc. One doesn't like the excellent shape of his head being shoved in there. The fact, after all, was that his head was in his hands, and she surprised him, sorrowing in solitude."
"But if his head was well-shaped, why not say so?" said the truthful Tudway.
"Yes," nodded S.-P., "that may have been essential. If his head hadn't been well-shaped she mightn't have gushed all over him."
"Hang it," I broke in desperately, "I don't care if it was well-shaped or not. The word doesn't fit. Any other word or none. You see it suggests—er—something outside the matter in hand, she may as well have said his mathematical——"