"I never call on anybody. I have had a lot of freshers to meals, but I don't know Thornton; he is supposed to be cracked, isn't he?"
"Of course he is. We've got a splendid rag on. I thought of it, and Dennison is going to work it out. Do you think this coat fits properly in the back? I met Collier this morning and he swore it didn't."
"What's the rag?" I asked.
Clarkson came in with a message from Murray to say that he could not come to luncheon.
"That's a good job," Lambert remarked.
"I thought you liked Murray," I answered.
"He would not have cared about our rag. I don't suppose Collier knows when a coat fits, he's so fat that a petticoat would suit him better than a pair of trousers."
"Here's lunch," I said, and as soon as I had got him away from the spot where he could examine his clothes, I asked again what was going to happen.
"Thornton is absolutely green, Dennison will be able to do exactly what he likes with him."
"Poor brute."