own umbrella or his neighbour's. "Of course, a thing like that will be talked about."
"It 's what you said about the heavenly singing that did it," said George Babcock brutally; and as he said it Professor Higginson, glancing at him sideways, saw a definite curl downwards upon the big, loose lips.
As they passed the door of the University Common Room, Babcock halted and said—
"Well, I 'm going in! Are you coming with me, Higginson?"
"No!" said Professor Higginson, with singular determination.
"All right," said Babcock, not insisting. "Charles will see you home. I ought to have told you, this is my wife's brother Charles; he 's a parson," he added rudely, as though the external signs of that profession were absent. "You go with him, Charles. It 's on your way. Tell Clara I 'm coming. Back before one."
And George Babcock the strong pushed through the swing doors of the Club, and left his brother-in-law and his colleague in the rain outside.
Professor Higginson and the religious person walked for a few minutes in silence. For one thing the Philosopher did not know the name
