May I ask your name

"May I ask your name?" he said awkwardly.
"I'm Scudder."
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"Only Alec just."
"Jolly name to have."
"It's only my name."
"I'm called Maurice."
"I saw you when you first drove up,homepage, Mr Hall, wasn't it Tues-day, I did think you looked at me angry and gentle both to-gether."
"Who were those people with you?" said Maurice, after a pause.
"Oh that wor only Mill, that wor Milly's cousin. Then do you remember the piano got wet the same evening, and you had great trouble to suit yourself over a book, didn't read it, did you either."
"How ever did you know I didn't read my book?"
"Saw you leaning out of the window instead. I saw you the next night too. I was out on the lawn."
"Do you mean you were out in all that infernal rain?"
"Yes .. . watching ... oh, that's nothing, you've got to watch, haven't you . . . see, I've not much longer in this country, that's how I kep putting it."
"How beastly I was to you this morning!"
"Oh that's nothing—Excuse the question but is that door locked?"
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Presently they fell asleep.
They slept separate at first, as if proximity harassed them, but towards morning a movement began, and they woke deep in each other's arms. "Had I best be going now?" he repeated, but Maurice, through whose earlier night had threaded the dream "Something is a little wrong and had better be," was resting ut-terly at last, and murmured "No, no."
"Sir, the church has gone four, you'll have to release me."
"Maurice, I'm Maurice."
"But the church has—"
"Damn the church."
He said, "I've the cricket pitch to help roll for the match," but did not move, and seemed in the faint gray light to be smil-ing proudly. "I have the young birds too—the boat's done—Mr London and Mr Fetherstonhaugh dived splack into the water lilies—they told me all young gentlemen can dive—I never learned to. It seems more natural like not to let the head get under the water. I call that drowning before your day."
"I was taught I'd be ill if I didn't wet my hair."
"Well, you was taught what wasn't the case."
"I expect so—it's a piece with all else I was taught. A master I used to trust as a kid taught me it. I can still remember walk-ing on the beach with him ... oh dear! And the tide came up, all beastly gray . . ." He shook himself fully awake, as he felt his companion slip from him. "Don't, why did you?"
"There's the cricket—"
"No, there's not the cricket—You're going abroad."
"Well, well find another opportunity before I do."
"If you'll stop, I'll tell you my dream. I dreamt of an old grandfather of mine. He was a queer card. I wonder what you'd have made of him. He used to think dead people went to the sun, but he treated his own employees badly."
"I dreamt the Reverend Borenius was trying to drown me, and now really I must go, I can't talk about dreams, don't you see, or I'll catch it from Mr Ayres."
"Did you ever dream you'd a friend, Alec? Nothing else but just 'my friend', he trying to help you and you him. A friend," he repeated, sentimental suddenly. "Someone to last your whole life and you his. I suppose such a thing can't really happen out-side sleep."