"Where are you going?"
Eugene smiled.
"This," said Ayre to Morewood, with a wave of his hand, "is an abandoned young man."
"It is," said Morewood. "Bob Territon is going rat-hunting, and proposes we shall also go. What say you?"
"I say yes," said Sir Roderick, with alacrity. "It's a beastly cruel sport."
"You have lost," said Morewood, as they walked away together.
"Wait a bit!" said his companion. "But, young Eugene! It's a pity that young man has no morals."
"Is that so?"
"Oh! not simpliciter, you know. Secundum quid."
"Secundum feminam, in fact?"