“Good evening.”
“Won't you sit down?”
“No, thank you. I only came in for a moment.”
“Oh, all right. What is it?”
“Oh! Only I wanted to tell you—that—well—oh, that I thought you were awfully plucky this afternoon.”
“Oh! Thank you. It wasn't plucky really—it was a very foolish thing to do.”
“No—really—the other fellows did n't understand—”
“Oh, yes! They understood very well.”
Traill paused. He obviously hated the whole affair but was determined to go through with it.
“Well, I say, I'm leaving to-morrow, you know—not coming back—and I thought that it would be a pity if we parted—well, sick with each other. What do you say? We've had one or two turn-ups, but we 're friends, are n't we?”