After a silence, John Berrisford said to Martin:
"You've got a lit of depression and you want to meet men and talk about Art or the good life or women. It's quite right and natural that you should. Where have all your set vanished to?"
"Two or three have gone to Paris."
"Well, go thou and do likewise."
Martin paused. "I'm afraid I can't afford it. I've only got twelve pounds to keep me going till October. And I've got some bills as it is."
"I'll give you twenty-five. Go and talk your head off. Do some work too."
"It's frightfully good of you. They were going to work. They're living very cheaply in rooms somewhere: later on, when it's too hot, they're going into Brittany."
"Well, I don't know how long the money will last, but we'll expect you when we see you."
"Thanks awfully!"
"Now let's walk in the garden."