Morris who at first had sat very quiet had begun to fidget and stir in his chair; occasionally when he happened to notice it, he drank off the port with which Mr.Taynton hospitably kept his glass supplied.

Sometimes he relit a cigarette only to let it go out again.

But when the clock struck he got up.
"I wonder what has happened," he said.

"Can he have missed his train?
What time ought he to have got in ?" "He was to have got to Falmer," said Mr.Taynton with a little emphasis on the last word, "at a quarter to seven.

He spoke of walking from there." Morris looked at him with a furtive sidelong glance.
"Why, I--I might have met him there," he said.