"What then?" demanded Lettigne, growing interested.
"Then," continued Matthews, "then we'll go and have supper somewhere—oysters and things like that. Mushrooms, p'raps…."
"With an actress, Matt?" asked a small Midshipman, known as "the White
Rabbit," in half-awed, half-incredulous tones of admiration.
"P'raps," admitted the prospective man-about-town. "My brother knows tons of 'em."
Harcourt burst into shouts of delight. "Can't you see Matt?" he cried hilariously. "Having supper with a massive actress!" He slapped his thighs delightedly. "Matt swilling ginger ale and saying, 'You're 's' dev'lish fine womansh.' … No, don't start scrapping, Matt; I've just put on a clean collar … and it's got to last…. All right—pax, then."
"Well," said Matthews, when peace was restored. "What's everyone else going to do? What are you going to do, Harcourt?"
"Me and Mordy are going to attrapay the wily trout," was the reply.
"He's going to spend part of the leave with me, and I'm going to spend
part with him. We're going to clean out the pond at his place.
Topping rag."
"And you, Wonk?"
"Cricket," was the reply. "And strawberries. Chiefly strawberries."
"What about you, Bosh?"