And then if you want
anything you'll come back to us, won't you?... You promise that?"
"Of course."
"And then there's the book. I know that man in Heriot and Lord's that I
told you about. I'll send it to them right away, if you like."
"Aren't they rather tremendous people for me to begin with? Oughtn't I to
begin with some one smaller?"
"Oh! there's no harm in starting at the top. They can't do more than refuse
it. But I don't think they will. I believe in it. But how shall I let you
know what they say?"
"Oh, I'll come in a week or two and see what's happening--I'll be on a
paper by then probably. I say, I don't want the others to know. I'll have
supper with them as usual and just tell Mother Brockett afterwards. I don't
want to have to say good-bye lots of times. Well"--he moved off awkwardly
towards the door--"You've been most tremendously good to me."
"Rot, Peter: Don't forget me!"
"Forget you! The best pal I've ever had." They clasped hands for a moment.
There was a pause and then Peter said: "I say--there _is_ a thing you can
do if you like--"
"Yes?--anything--"
"Well--about Miss Rossiter--you'll be seeing her I suppose?"
"Oh yes, often--"
"Well, you might just keep her in mind of me. I know it sounds silly
but--just a word or two, sometimes."
He felt that he was blushing--their hands separated.
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