394 ANGEL PAVEMENT

"No, it's not as bad as all that. I've tried this before.
Anthony, my brother, is pretty glum and dumb—quite
different from Tom, the Sudan one—and his research-
ing friend, Higgs or Joggs, is the limit. He's frightfully
tall and awkward, with very short hair, a very long nose,
and spectacles, and when you try to make conversation
with him, he thinks you're asking scientific questions. If
he doesn't know exactly, he just says 1 don't know';
but if he does know, he explains all about it, gives you a
short lecture, and then completely shuts up. It's like
being back at school, only worse. He's a horror.
Anthony, of course, adores him, and thinks he's confer-
ring an immense favour on you by bringing this
monster. He said to me, 'One day you'll be proud to
think you've talked to Jiggs'—or Hoggs. And so I told
him 1 wasn't ambitious and I'd risk having missed the
great Higgs. No, on second thoughts, you can't come.
I'm definitely going to put him off. Talking about
Joggs has brought it all back too clearly."

"Hello," cried Miss Cadnam, looking at her watch.
"I must fly."

"Ivor?'

"Ivor-thank God! We're supposed to be in the
middle of another row, but I know he'll be there."

"What a ridiculous pair!" said Miss Matfield, smiling,
as she watched Caddie leave the lounge.

"Who? Caddie and her Ivor? Oh, quite mad, of
course, from what I've heard about them. Still," said
Miss Morrison carefully, "it does pass the time for her,,
doesn't it?"

"Oh, it does a lot more than that. Caddie lives a
wonderfully dramatic life. She probably would, any-
how, if there wasn't Ivor to quarrel with and then make