“No, not for this,” answered Gav.
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“Is that order all right?” she asked doubtfully.
“Perfectly,” he answered. “It is the first telegram with a postscript.”
She looked at him with questioning surprise.
“Emphasis,” he explained, and came out into St. Aldate’s and turned his footsteps towards Wallace.
A crisis in the tide of his life always brought Gaveston to Mongo’s room. He usually came on there from the post office. How soothing still he found that room with its unchanging and immutable sameness, how orderly in its permanent untidiness! As he knocked and entered there were those same young voices laughing (how strange to think that they were fully a year his junior!), and there, on the same accustomed hob, crouched the same Mongo. Nowadays there were a few photographs the more, and the vice-cancellarian mace now occupied the corner where formerly Mongo’s spokeless umbrella had immemorially leaned, but otherwise all was as before. But somehow, with a shiver, Gaveston suddenly felt himself grown old.
“Something wrong, Gav?” asked Mongo, noticing his tremor.
But Gaveston only smiled enigmatically, and Mongo, with quick perceptiveness, hinted successfully to his other visitors that there was another common-room for junior members of the college somewhere about.
“Not overworking, Gav?”