"I say, Dune, do come and make a four--my rooms, half-past eight--Lawrence and Galleon are the other two." Olva looked down at him with his grave, rather melancholy smile.
"Afraid I can't to-night, Craven; must work." "Don't overdo it," Cardillac said.
The eyes of the two men met.

Olva knew that Cardillac--"Cards" as he was to his friends, liked him; he himself did not hate Cardillac.

He was the only man in the College for whom he had respect.

They were both of them demanding the same thing from the world.

They both of them despised their fellow-creatures.
Olva, climbing the stairs to his room, stood for a moment in the dark, before he turned on the lights.