"Oh, I believe someone asked him out. Isn't he rather a pal of the Jacobs in Cheap Street?"
"I heard that there was a bit of a row on," said Hunter. "I couldn't quite make out what about.... Oh, by Jove, that's him."
Jeffries' voice was heard down the passage: "Mansell."
A voice answered him: "Here, No. 34."
Jeffries was heard running upstairs; he entered looking very dejected.
"Hullo! Cheer up!" shouted Mansell. "I shouldn't have thought you could have run like that after this afternoon's game. Where've you been?"
"I say ... I'm in the deuce of a row."
There was a shriek of laughter. Jeffries was always in a row; and he always exaggerated its importance.
"Don't laugh. It's no damned joke. I've got bunked."
Silence suddenly fell on the group.