"What depends?" Ward asked Foster.
"Well, if a man hasn't got much money it is no use knowing a lot of men who have got no end."
"It never struck me that way. Perhaps you are right," and then turning to me, he added, "Come to breakfast anyhow to-morrow morning, Bunny won't be there then."
I promised to go, and then he left us. I walked back to Oriel with Foster and he had got a lot to say about Jack Ward. "Where in the world did you find that man?" was his first remark after we were alone.
"He found me," I said.
"I should lose him as soon as possible," Fred went on.
"I don't think that would be very easy," I answered, "and I don't believe he is a bad sort really."
"I'll bet he never came back from Woodstock in five-and-twenty minutes," Foster said.