Boreham to come inside the Court, her hand was a
dismissal.

"Because Oxford is so smug," said Boreham. "And the country is smug.
England is the land that begets effeteness and smuggishness. Yes, I
should be pretty desperate," he added, and he held her hand with some
pressure--"I should be pretty desperate, only you have promised to let
me come and see you."

May withdrew her hand. "As a friend," she said. "Yes, come as a friend."

Boreham gave a curious toss to his head. "I am under your orders," he
said, "I obey. You don't wish me to come with you to the door--I obey!"

"Thank you," said May, simply. "And if you are lonely, well, so am I.
There are many lonely people in this world just now, and many, many
lonely women!" She turned away and left him.

Boreham raced rather than walked away from the Lodgings towards the
stables where he had put up his horse. He hardly knew what his thoughts
were. He was more strangely moved than he had ever thought he could be.
And how solitary he was! What permanent joy is there in the world, after
all? There _is_ nothing permanent in life! It takes years to find that
out--years--if you are well in health and full of vanity! But you do
find it out--at last.

As he went headlong he came suddenly against an obstacle. Somebody
caught him by the arm and slowed him down.

"Hullo, Boreham!" said Bingham. "Stop a moment!"

Boreham allowed himself to be fastened upon, and suffered Bingham's arm
to rest on his, but he puffed with irritation. He felt like a poet who
has been interrupted in a fit of inspiration.

"I thought this was one of your War Office days," he said bluntly.

"It is," replied Bingham, in his sweetest curate tones. "But there is
special College business to-day, and I'm putting in an extra day next
week instead. Look here, do you want a job of work?"

No, of course, Boreham didn't.

"I'm leaving Chartcote," he said, and was glad to think it was true.

"This week?" asked Bingham.

"No," said Boreham, suddenly wild with indignation, "but any time--next
week, perhaps."

"This job will only take four or five days," said Bingham.

"What job?" demanded Boreham.

"There's a small library just been given us by the widow of a General."

"Didn't know soldiers ever read books," said Boreham.

"I don't know if he read them," said Bingham, "but there they are. We
want some one to look through them--put aside the sort suitable for
hospitals, and make a _catalogue raison