"Is that you, old chap? I say, come in."
He was sitting up in bed, smoking a pipe and reading.
Ashurst sat down by the open window.
"I've been thinking about this afternoon, you know," said Halliday rather suddenly. "They say you go through all your past. I didn't. I suppose I wasn't far enough gone."
Halliday was silent for a little, then said quietly
"Well, I did think of one thing--rather odd--of a girl at Cambridge that I might have--you know; I was glad I hadn't got her on my mind. Anyhow, old chap, I owe it to you that I'm here; I should have been in the big dark by now. No more bed, or baccy; no more anything. I say, what d'you suppose happens to us?"
"Go out like flames, I expect."
"We may flicker, and cling about a bit, perhaps."