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violently. He was ashamed and afraid.
    Risley's rooms were at the end of a short passage; which since it contained no obstacle was unlighted, and visitors slid along the wall until they hit the door. Maurice hit it sooner than he expected—a most awful whack—and exclaimed "Oh damnation" loudly, while the panels quivered.
    "Come in," said a voice. Disappointment awaited him. The speaker was a man of his own college, by name Durham. Risley was out.
    "Do you want Mr Risley? Hullo, Hall!"
    "Hullo! Where's Risley?"
    "I don't know."
    "Oh, it's nothing. I'll go."
    "Are you going back into college?" asked Durham without looking up: he was kneeling over a castle of pianola records on the floor.
    "I suppose so, as he isn't here. It wasn't anything particular."
    "Wait a sec, and I'll come too. I'm sorting out the Pathetic Symphony."
    Maurice examined Risley's room and wondered what would have been said in it, and then sat on the table and looked at Durham. He was a small man—very small—with simple manners and a fair face, which had flushed when Maurice blundered in. In the college he had a reputation for brains and also for exclusiveness. Almost the only thing Maurice had heard about him was that he "went out too much", and this meeting in Trinity confirmed it.
    "I can't find the March," he said. "Sorry."
    "All right."
    "I'm borrowing them to play on Fetherstonhaugh's pianola."
    "Under me."
    "Have you come into college, Hall?"
    "Yes, I'm beginning my second year."
    "Oh yes, of course, I'm third."
    He spoke without arrogance, and Maurice, forgetting due honour to seniority, said, "You look more like a fresher than a third-year man, I must say."
    "I may do, but I feel like an M.A."
    Maurice regarded him attentively.
    "Risley's an amazing chap," he continued.
    Maurice did not reply.
    "But all the same a little of him goes a long way."
    "Still you don't mind borrowing his things."
    He looked up again. "Oughtn't I to?" he asked.
    "I'm only ragging, of course," said Maurice, slipping off the table. "Have you found that music yet?"
    "No."
    "Because I must be going"; he was in no hurry, but his heart, which had never stopped beating quickly, impelled him to say this.
    "Oh. All right."
    This was not what Maurice had intended. "What is it you want?" he asked, advancing.
    "The March out of the Pathetique—"
    "That means nothing to me. So you like this style of music."
    "I do."
    "A good waltz is more my style."
    "Mine too," said Durham, meeting his eye. As a rule Maurice shifted, but he held firm on this occasion. Then Durham said, "The other movement may be in that pile over by the window. I must look. I shan't be long." Maurice said resolutely, "I must go now."
    "All right, I'll stop."
    Beaten and lonely, Maurice went. The stars blurred, the night had turned towards rain. But while the porter was getting the keys at the gate he heard quick footsteps behind him.
    "Got your March?"
    "No, I thought I'd come along with you instead."
    Maurice walked a few steps in silence, then said, "Here, give me some of those things to carry."
    "I've got them safe."
    "Give," he said roughly, and jerked the records from under Durham's arm. No other conversation passed. On reaching their own college they went straight to Fetherstonhaugh's room, for there was time to try a little music over before eleven o'clock. Durham sat down at the pianola. Maurice knelt beside him.
    "Didn't know you were in the aesthetic push, Hall," said the host.
    "I'm not—I want to hear what they're up to."
    Durham began, then desisted, saying he would start with the 5/4 instead.
    "Why?"
    "It's nearer waltzes."
    "Oh, never mind that. Play what you like. Don't go shifting— it wastes time."
    But he could not get his way this time. When he put his hand on the roller Durham said, "You'll tear it, let go," and fixed the 5/4 instead.
    Maurice listened carefully to the music. He rather liked it.
    "You ought to be this end," said Fetherstonhaugh, who was working by the fire. "You should get