He went to say good-bye to Bunning.

He thought with surprise as he climbed the stairs that this was the first time that he'd ever been to Bunning's room.

It had always been Bunning who had come to him.

He would always see that picture---Bunning standing, clumsily, awkwardly in the doorway.

Poor Bunning! When Olva came in he was sitting in a very old armchair, staring into the fire, his hair on end and his tie above his collar.