Terry sat gloomily looking into his tea. His thoughts had become so confused that he was not entirely certain what they were, or if cerebration was proceeding at all. He decided like a good doctor heartlessly to extract the unpleasant truth from the inessentials. He saw first of all that he had been remarkably stupid. He had been in love with Muriel, whom he would much liked to have had as his wife. He had taken a fancy to Stella, whom he would much liked to have had in bed. He supposed glumly that it was a fairly generalized problem. Now he had lost the chance of both. ‘Oh, bloody hell,’ he muttered. He threw some coins on the counter and slouched into the street. ‘Bloody women,’ he grumbled. Hands stuck in his pockets, he made slowly back to the hospital. The first student he met in the courtyard was Ken Kerrberry. Terry steeled himself to tell the full story. ‘Pity,’ said Ken. ‘I was going to ask you along to my party tonight. It’s the cricket club dinner, and I’m suddenly short of men.’ ‘You’ll never find me voluntarily occupying the same room as either of those birds again,’ said Terry sourly.
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