The silver band were still sitting with their heads together discussing the division of their earnings.
'They tell me that married this afternoon you were? said the stationmaster.
'That's right, said Grimes.
'And my sister‑in‑law never at all you would meet whatever, he continued reproachfully.
'Look here, old boy, said Grimes, 'just you shut up. You're not being tactful. See? Just you keep quiet, and I'll give you all some nice beer.
When Mrs Roberts shut her doors for the night, Paul and Grimes turned back up the hill. A light was burning in the West Tower.
'There she is, waiting for me, said Grimes. 'Now it might be a very romantic sight to some chaps, a light burning in a tower window. I knew a poem about a thing like that once. Forget it now, though. I was no end of a one for poetry when I was a kid ‑ love and all that. Castle towers came in quite a lot. Funny how one grows out of that sort of thing.
Inside the Castle he turned off down the main corridor.
'Well, so long, old boy! This is the way I go now. See you in the morning. The baize door swung to behind him, and Paul went up to bed.