"I may see things you miss," said Anstey, "but I've no practical ability, no thoroughness. Anyhow I'm glad if I've given you something in return for what you have given me."
Martin had bought books for Anstey, Synge at five shillings a volume. He had been proud of knowing about Synge at school.
"Oh, that was nothing," he answered. But it had meant fewer sardines and sausages when he fed with Rayner.
"Then we're quits, dear old fool."
"Why old fool?"
"For taking me seriously."
"Why shouldn't I?"
"Nobody else does. I amuse them and they like me all right. But I think you really care——"
"Yes, of course. Honestly, I care."
They lay in silence, looking at one another.