'Oh, yes, said Flossie sadly, 'I refused.
They went on up the drive in silence. Presently Dingy asked: 'What are we going to do about those fireworks you insisted on buying? Everyone has gone away.
'I don't feel in a mood for fireworks, said the Doctor. 'Perhaps another time, but not now.
* * *
Back in the Common Room, Paul and Grirnes subsided moodily into the two easy‑chairs. The fire, unattended since luncheon, had sunk to a handful of warm ashes.
'Well, old boy, said Grimes, 'so that's over.
'Yes, said Paul.
'All the gay throng melted away?
'Yes, said Paul.
'Back to the daily round and cloistral calm?