"Yes; better than any other fellow in the world."
"Is it possible?"
"I have always felt that way since—yes—since the very first minute I saw you."
"How rum! I've forgotten just where we did meet—for the first time."
"I shall never forget," said John, in the same slow, deliberate fashion, never taking his eyes from Desmond's face. Ever since he had sung, he had known that this moment was coming. "I shall never forget it," he repeated—"never. You were standing near the Chapel. I was poking about alone, trying to find the shop where we buy our straws. And I was feeling as all new boys feel, only more so, because I didn't know a soul."
"Yes," said Desmond, gravely; "you told me that. I remember now; I mistook you for young Hardacre."
"You smiled at me, Cæsar. It warmed me through and through. I suppose that when a fellow is starving he never forgets the first meal after it."
"I say. Go on; this is awfully interesting."
"I can remember what you wore. One of your bootlaces had burst——"
"Well; I'm——"