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." "Lot of piffle," he heard Cardillac's voice from a great distance.
"These freshers are always gassing." The electric light, seen through a cloud of tobacco smoke, came slowly back to him, dull globes of colour.
"It's so hot--I'm cutting," he whispered to Cardillac, and slipped out of the room.
He climbed to his room, flung back his door and saw that his light was turned on.
Facing him, waiting for him, was Bunning.
3 "If you don't want me----" he began with his inane giggle.
"Sit down." Olva pulled out the whisky and two siphons of soda.

"If I didn't want you I'd say so." He filled himself a strong glass of whisky and soda and began feverishly to drink.
Bunning sat down.
"Don't be such a blooming fool.

Take off your gown if you're going to stop." Bunning meekly took off his gown.

His spectacles seemed so large that they swallowed up the rest of his face; the spectacles and the enormous flat-toed boots were the principal features of Bunning's attire.