“Ofcourse，“hesaidwithashrugofhisshoulders，whenTerenceaskedhim，“Issheveryill？“
TheywerebothconsciousofacertainsenseofreliefwhenDr。Lesagewasgone，leavingexplicitdirections，andpromisinganothervisitinafewhours’time；but，unfortunately，theriseoftheirspiritsledthemtotalkmorethanusual，andintalkingtheyquarrelled。
Theyquarrelledaboutaroad，thePortsmouthRoad。St。JohnsaidthatitismacadamisedwhereitpassesHindhead，andTerenceknewaswellasheknewhisownnamethatitisnotmacadamisedatthatpoint。
Inthecourseoftheargumenttheysaidsomeverysharpthingstoeachother，andtherestofthedinnerwaseateninsilence，saveforanoccasionalhalf-stifledreflectionfromRidley。
Whenitgrewdarkandthelampswerebroughtin，Terencefeltunabletocontrolhisirritationanylonger。St。Johnwenttobedinastateofcompleteexhaustion，biddingTerencegood-nightwithrathermoreaffectionthanusualbecauseoftheirquarrel，andRidleyretiredtohisbooks。Leftalone，Terencewalkedupanddowntheroom；hestoodattheopenwindow。