.

no, not clever.
Craven, the shadows blacker than ever under his eyes, was on the opposite side of the room from Olva.

He sat with his head down and was silent.
"Think of a rabbit now," said Williamson.
"I suppose," said Galleon, who was not gifted, "that they're happy enough." "Yes, but what do they _make_ of it all ?" At this moment Craven suddenly burst in with "Where's Carfax ?" This question was felt by every one to be tactless.

Elaborately, with great care and some considerable effort, Carfax had been forgotten--forgotten, it seemed, by every one save Craven.

He had been forgotten because his death did not belong to the Cambridge order of things, because it raised unpleasant ideas, and made one morbid and neurotic.