"Yes, the river washes the back of the house."
"And this place isn't damp?"
"Not a bit," Guy declared positively.
"Well, it smells of bronchitis and double-pneumonia."
Guy showed his father the dining-room.
"I've got it rather jolly, I think," he ventured.
"Yes, my candlesticks and chairs, that your mother lent you for your rooms at Balliol, look very well," his father agreed.
Guy led the way to the spare bedroom.
"No wonder you spent all your money," Mr. Hazlewood commented, surveying the four-post bed and the Jacobean furniture. "How on earth did you manage to afford all this luxury?"
"Oh, I picked it up somehow," said Guy lightly. He had decided on second thoughts not to reveal the secret of the Rectory's loan.