'Have you got a drink?
'You seem to have had a good many already.
'I've had the Boller in my rooms. Noisy lot. Oh, hell! I must have a drink.
'There's some whisky in the cupboard. You're drinking rather a lot these days, aren't you, Peter?
Peter said nothing, but helped himself to some whisky and soda.
'Feeling a bit ill, he said. Then, after a pause, 'Paul why have you been cutting me all this time?
'I don't know. I didn't think there was much to be gained by our knowing each other.
'Not angry about anything?
'No, why should I be?
'Oh, I don't know. Peter turned his glass in his hand, staring at it intently. 'I've been rather angry with you, you know.