“No.”
“Ealing?”
“I can’t. I don’t know the moves.”
“Nor do I. We should be about equal. Supposing you set two Heathen Chinese to play chess, which would win?”
“Is it a riddle?”
The Babe sank down again in his chair.
“I don’t know,” he said. “If it is, I give up. By the way what are you two chaps doing to-morrow?”
“Stop in bed till ten,” said Reggie, “it being the Day of Rest: Chapel. Breakfast. Lunch. Pitt. Tea. Pitt. Sunday Club.”
“Do you belong to that? I thought it was semi-clerical.”
“Yes, we are all lay readers.”