I've had in my life"-- he stuck pouch and pipe on the stone beside him--"I've had in my life just a few men I've loved--I don't count women--men--men I've cared for, God knows why.

Do you know why one cares for people ?" She smiled, shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.
"The latest was poor Prescott--he has just pegged out--you'll hear soon enough about Prescott.

There was Tom Castleton--has Adrian told you about Castleton-- ?" Again she shook her head.
"He will--of course--a wonder of a fellow--up with us at Cambridge.

He's dead.

There only remains Hilary, our host, and Adrian." As far as I could gather--for she spoke in the ordinary tones of civilised womanhood, whereas Jaffery, under the impression that he was whispering confidentially, bellowed like an honest bull--as far as I could gather, she said: "You must have met hundreds of men more sympathetic to you than Mr.
Freeth and Adrian." "I haven't," he cried.