‘We’ve learnt to love one another and St. Anselm’s,’ said Harry.
Gerald looked at him with a look of ineffable gratitude.
By this time they were drawing near to the house. The bell ceased ringing as Harry spoke. There were still two minutes before the doors would be locked.
Gerald stopped.
‘Do you remember,’ he asked, ‘the promise you gave me that day? It was just over there.’
‘No,’ said Harry, ‘I don’t think I do.’
‘You promised to be my friend always, whatever happened,’ said Gerald.
‘Did I?’ answered Harry. ‘I hope, old man, I have been as good as my word.’
Gerald Eversley answered, with solemn, intense feeling, ‘You have indeed. I have never had a friend like you.’
‘Well, who knows?’ said Harry, as they entered the house; ‘it may be that the end is not yet.’