The light was brought, they drew closer together, sitting in the little glossy pool, the room pitch dark around them.
"Well, Martin," at last Mr.Warlock said, "I want to hear so many things.

Our first time together alone." "There isn't very much," Martin tried to speak naturally and carelessly.

"I wrote about most things in my letters.

Pretty rotten letters I'm afraid." He laughed.
"And now--what do you intend to do now ?" "Oh, I don't know--Look around for a bit." There was another long pause.

Then Mr.Warlock began again.