The next moment so it seemed, the soft and coloured Autumn days were there again; the corridors, the echoing steps, the vast female yell of voices in Hall, the sense of teeming life in all the little rooms, behind the little closed doors--all these started again to weave their strange timeless dream; and the second year had begun. Midway through the term came Martin’s letter. Dear Judith, Roddy is in Cambridge for two nights, staying with Tony. He wants to see you. Will you come to tea with me to-morrow at 4.30? I am to tell you he will never forgive you (a) if you don’t come (b) if you come with a chaperon. He says that chance alone prevented him from being your bachelor Uncle; and that I myself was a maiden aunt from the cradle. So please come. Martin. Dear Martin, Bachelor uncles are notorious; and curious things are apt to happen to strictly maiden aunts as all we enlightened moderns know. But an aunt and uncle bound by holy matrimony are considered safe (as safety goes in this world) and I have notified the authorities of their brief presence in the university and am cordially permitted to wait on them at tea to-morrow at 4.30. Judith. Judith looked around Martin’s room. It was untidy and rather dirty, with something forlorn and pathetic and faintly animal about it, like all masculine rooms. It made you want to look after him. Men were helpless children; it was quite true. You might have known Martin’s room would give you a ridiculous pull at the heart. ‘I’m afraid things are in a bit of a mess,’ said Martin, blowing cigarette ash off the mantelpiece into the fire. He was smoking an enormous pipe. His face was red. His great form looked lumbering and shapeless in an ancient tweed coat and a pair of voluminous grey flannel trousers. ‘How are you, Judith?’ His brown eye fixed itself on her. He was very shy. ‘I’ve been ill, Martin.’ ‘Oh!...’ He looked troubled and embarrassed. ‘Did you--did you have a decent doctor?’ ‘Oh yes. It was almost pneumonia, but not quite.’ ‘I didn’t know you’d been ill....’ ‘You haven’t been to see me for ages, Martin.’ ‘I know. I’ve been so busy.’ Violently he blew the ash about. What a shame to pretend to reproach him. He was obviously overcome.... ‘And I didn’t think you wanted.... I suppose you’re all right again now?’ Footsteps sounded outside on the stair. Judith collected herself and sat rigid. The door opened and Roddy, smiling, eager, debonair, came into the room. ‘Hullo, Judy! Marvellous to see you.’ ‘Roddy!’ He stood before her and looked down into her face. ‘I thought I was never going to see you again, Judy. You’re looking marvellous.’