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done your work yet ... you've only begun to do it!"

He got off the table and began to search among Henry's papers.

"What are you looking for?" Henry asked.

"I want the manuscript of 'Turbulence.' Where is it?"

"I'll get it. What do you want it for?"

He opened a drawer and took out the few sheets of the novel that were
written.

"Is that all?" said Gilbert.

"Yes," Henry answered.

"Cecily doesn't seem to inspire you, Quinny, does she, any more than she
inspired me? You haven't written a whole chapter yet.... Do you remember
what we swore at Rumpell's?"

"We swore a whole lot of things!..."

"Yes, but the most important thing? We swore we'd become Great. I don't
know that any of us ever will be Great.... I get the sensation now and
then that we're frightfully crude, even Roger, but we can become
something better than one of Cecily's lovers, can't we?"

"I don't know that I want to be anything else...."

"For shame, Quinny!"

Gilbert put the manuscript back into the drawer from which Henry had
taken it.

"You'll come to Ireland with me?" he said.

"No, Gilbert, I won't!"

"You will. I'll break your jaw if you don't come. I'll knock the
stuffing out of you if you don't come. We can catch the night train and
be in Dublin to-morrow morning!..."

"I promised Cecily I wouldn't go...."

"And you promised me you would go. I've packed all the things I want,
and it oughtn't to take you long to pack a trunk. I'll come and help you
after dinner ... there's the gong ... well just have time if you hop
round quickly. Ninian can telephone for a taxi to take us to Euston!"

"It's no good, Gilbert...."

"Come on. I can smell onions, and I'd risk my immortal soul for onions.
Boiled, fried, stewed or roasted, Quinny, there's no vegetable to beat
them...."

8

"I'm not going, Gilbert!..."

"You are going!"

They had finished dinner and were now in Henry's bedroom. Gilbert had
instructed Ninian to telephone for a taxi. Then, shoving Henry before
him, he had climbed the stairs to Henry's room and started to pack his
trunk.

"You can't make me go!..."

Gilbert took an armful of shirts from the chest of drawers and dropped
them into the trunk. "Once, when I was wandering in Walworth," he said,
"I heard a costermonger threatening to give another costermonger a thick
ear, a bunged-up eye and a mouth full of blood. That's what you'll get
if you don't hop round. What suits do you want!"

Henry did not