"It's about time we went," Jack said; "has the crowd gone?"
I looked out of the window and told him there were only a few people left in the street, but just as we were going there was a knock at the door and a man came into the room.
"Halloa, Marsden," Bunny said; "I am afraid we have been making rather a row in here, perhaps you put a towel round your head and went on reading. Didn't you tell me you tied cloths over your ears when you wanted to be quiet?"
"It's not much of a joke having rooms in the same house with you," Marsden answered, and looked very solemn.
"Don't say that," Bunny answered. "Have a drink, I'm generally as quiet as a lamb."
Marsden sat on the table and refused to drink.
"It's no joke being in the same house with you," he said again, and began to laugh.
"I'm not going to set fire to the place or blow it up," Bunny replied.
"But the house becomes infested with proctors."
"Did you see the 'proggins?'"