"I'm not surprised. Good Lord, isn't the fire lighted in the coffee-room?"
"We don't use the coffee-room much—except for political meetings. Greenwich has gone out from what it used to be."
The girls came in, pale and tired, and the party foregathered round the coffee-room grate, from which a wisp of smoke ascended in steady promise.
"Well, Maurice," said Castleton, "I think very little of this ravished conservatory into which your historic sense has led us. How do you like Greenwich, girls?"
The girls all sighed.
"They don't."
"Hullo, here's a waiter," said Cunningham, turning round. "Good morning, waiter."
"Good morning, sir."
"Is breakfast going to be long?"
"It's on order sir. Eggs and bacon, I think you said."