"I should think somebody probably did. In fact, I'd almost bet on it," said Castleton. "What's the time, waiter?"
"I don't know, sir, but I'll find out for you."
"I always thought Greenwich was famous for its time."
"Whitebait, sir, more than anything."
Castleton sighed; and Maurice, who had gone downstairs to reassure the household, came back trying to look as if waiting for breakfast on a January morning after dancing all night was one of the jolliest experiences attainable by humanity.
"Maurice," said Ronnie Walker, "we think your night was splendid. But we think your morning is rotten."
"Oh, Maurice, why didn't you let us go to bed?" Jenny grumbled.
"You can't really blame the hotel people," Maurice began.
"We don't," interrupted Cunningham severely. "We blame you."
"I also blame myself," said Ronnie, "for giving way to your mad schemes."