He laughs boisterously. We may be sure that he flings back his head. You
remember how Dick used to fling back his head when he laughed?--No, you
didn't know him.
'Father, do you remember little Wantage who was at my private and came
on to Ridley's house in my third half? His mother was the one you called
Emily.'
'Emily Wantage's boy.'
'That's the card. We used to call him Jemima, because he and his mother
were both caught crying when lock-up struck, and she had to clear out.'
'She was very fond of him, Dick.'
'Oh, I expect no end. Tell her he's killed.'
'She knows.'
'She had got a wire. That isn't the joke, though. You see he got into a
hopeless muddle about which side of the veil he had come out on; and he
went off with the other ones, and they wouldn't have him, and he got
lost in the veil, running up and down it, calling to us; and just for
the lark we didn't answer.' He chuckles, 'I expect he has become a
ghost!' With sudden consideration, 'Best not tell his mother that.'
Mr. Don rises, wincing, and Dick also is at once on his feet, full of
compunction.
'Was that shabby of me? Sorry, father. We are all pretty young, you
know, and we can't help having our fun still.'
'I'm glad you still have your fun,' the father says, once more putting
his hands on Dick's shoulders. 'Let me look at you again, Dick. There is
such a serenity about you now.'
'Serenity, that's the word! None of us could remember what the word was.
It's a ripping good thing to have. I should be awfully bucked if you
would have it, too.'
'I'll try.'
'I say, how my tongue runs on! But, after all, it was my show. Now, you
tell me some things.'
'What about, Dick? The war?'
'No,' almost in a shout. 'We have a fine for speaking about the war. And
you know, those fellows we were fighting--I forget who they were?'
'The Germans.'
'Oh yes. Some of them were on the same side of the veil with us, and
they were rather decent; so we chummed up in the end and Ockley took us
all away together. They were jolly lucky in getting Ockley. There I go
again! Come on, it's your turn. Has the bathroom tap been mended yet?'
'I'm afraid it is--just tied up with that string still, Dick. It works
all right.'
'It only needs two screw-nails, you know.'
'I'll see to it.'
'Do you know whether any one at my tutors got his fives choice this
half?'
'I'm sorry, Dick, but----'
'Or who is the captain of the boats?'
'No, I----'
'Whatever have you been doing?' He is moving about the room. 'Hullo,
here's mother's work-box! Is mother all right?'
'Very sad about you, Dick.'
'Oh, I say, that isn't fair. Why doesn't she cheer up?'
'It isn't so easy, my boy.'
'It's pretty hard lines on me, you know.'
'How is that?'
'If you are sad, I have to be sad. That's how we have got to work it
off. You can't think how we want to be bright.'
'I'll always remember that, and I'll tell your mother. Ah, but she won't
believe me, Dick; you will have to tell her yourself.'
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