"You'll never see me with a lantern," Brydone declared.
Guy would have liked to retort that he hoped he would never even see Brydone without one. But he contented himself by saying, with all that Balliol could bring to his aid of crushing indifference:
"Oh, really?"
Somebody behind them was running down the drive and shouting, "Hoo-oo," in what Guy considered a very objectionable voice. It probably was Willsher.
"Hullo, Charlie," said Brydone.
"Hullo, Percy," said Willsher, for it was he.
"Know this gentleman? Mr. Hazlewood?"
"Only officially. Pleased to meet you," said the new-comer.
"Not at all," answered Guy. He felt furious to think that the Greys would suppose he had arranged to arrive with these two fellows.
"Done any fishing yet?" asked Brydone.