On his head once more was the indescribable cap; on his body the indescribable clothes.

He wore on his feet the boots in which he had tramped the moors that day.
(How far away seemed that afternoon now, and the cheerful lunch in the sunshine on the hill-top!) "Here I am, Jack." Then every promise went to the winds.

Jack stood up and took a step towards him.
"Frank, I do implore you to give up this folly.

I asked you not to do it at Cambridge, and I ask you again now.

I don't care a damn what I promised.