"I say," cried Maurice. "Look here!"
Across the white cake was written in pink icing: "Sacred to the Memory of a Good Appetite."
"Rotten!" said Cunningham. "Castleton, of course."
"Of course," said Maurice. "And now we haven't got any candles."
"Let's light the gas instead," Castleton suggested.
"You are mad," said Jenny.
Tea went on with wild laughter, with clinking of saucers and spoons, with desperate carving of the birthday cake, with solemn jokes from Castleton, with lightning caricatures from Ronnie Walker.
Once Jenny whispered to Maurice:
"Why did you say I shouldn't like Fuz? I think he's nice. You know, funny; but very nice."
"I'm glad," Maurice whispered back. "I like you to like my friends."