Craik found his hat and stick, but not his book, in the hall.
"I've left a book here," he said to the maid.
"Oh, I beg your pardon, sir, I thought it was for Miss Lamb, so I put it on the shelf where she puts the other university gentlemen's books that they sends. I'll go and bring it, sir."
"Is this it?" she called from a neighbouring room—"'Elements of Pishcology?'"
"No," said Craik, hurriedly; "it's about Asia Minor. 'Life and Thought in—'"
"'In Hearly Asia Minor,' sir?"
"Yes, that's mine," Craik answered, in a voice that was not without a touch of melancholy.
Buller Intervening
As Vaughan was walking towards the underground station one of those bleak mornings last winter, he saw, coming the same way, a man who had been at College in his time—one Buller by name; and Buller, when he caught sight of Vaughan, began to smile, but when they met, he exclaimed, in a mock mournful voice, "I say, have you heard about poor Crabbe?"