Somehow, he could not think of the dynamic little Canon as dead, or realise that he would never talk and laugh with him again. Among the chaotic jumble of his thoughts he was conscious of his father’s statement that the money for the raft convoy would riot be forthcoming after all, and that he had thrown up his job to no purpose; but now, in the first shock of his personal loss, these seemed but minor matters. ‘I know what close friends you had become,’ Captain Vaudell went on, ‘so quite apart from your raft idea this must be a great blow to you. I’m most terribly sorry, and I only wish there was something I could do.’ ‘Thanks,’ murmured Philip, ‘thanks; but I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do.’ He turned towards the stairs, adding: ‘I think I’ll go upstairs to my room for a bit, if you don’t mind.’ ‘That’s right, old chap. Have a lie-down. In fact, I’d slip into bed if I were you, and Pin will send you up something on a tray for dinner. By the bye, I wouldn’t worry yourself about having given notice at the works.
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