‘I don’t know. Should think he’s too lazy.’
Julian had never liked Roddy.
‘Do you still compose, Julian?’
‘Oh, do you remember that?’ He smiled with pleasure.
‘Of course. The “Stag-Beetles” Dance. And “Spring with the Cuckoo in it.”’
‘Oh, that rot. Fancy your remembering!’ He looked at her in just the old way, amused but interested, thinking well of her.
‘I thought it was beautiful. Have you written anything lately?’
‘No. No time. I’ve given it all up. I’ve been working like mad for a scholarship. P’raps I’ll take to it again a bit at Oxford.’
He seemed to have become enthusiastic about it all at once, encouraged by her interest. He had not changed much.