"What is his name?"
The stranger rose to his feet, and held out his hand.
"Christ," he said, as Tommy looked into his eyes. Then,
"Good-bye, old chap—meet again somewhere, perhaps—and, I say, about the road, shall it be the upland road for both of us?"
Tommy was silent, then, as they shook hands.
"Yes," he said.
"Hullo, Tommy," said I, on my return that night, from the doctor's study, "Enjoyed the evening?"
"Had some awful good practice with the doctor's bat."
"We saw you on the downs afterwards."