His voice was firm again. He blew his nose. Mongo blew his. Both gulped.
“It’s beastly saying good-bye.…”
“Beastly,” nodded the Dean.
“But still, term’s not over yet. I’ve time for new plans, and I’ll certainly give a party for Commem. You’ll come, Mongo?”
“Why, of course, Gav.” The Dean was recovering his youthful spirits again. And Gav too felt happier when he came across the quadrangle once more. After all, there was a world outside Wallace, and it needed conquering.…
And the first step?
He was passing Daunchey the bookseller’s window as he wondered. A card caught his eye.
GENTLEMEN’S LIBRARIES PURCHASED.
It would have to be done. His mind was made up, and he stepped into the shop. He was welcomed. Old Mr. Daunchey himself hurried forward from his counting-house, rubbing his hands.