“Yes, a little after two, I think. We played Van John and other things. I lost six pounds. Blow the expense. Do you know Feltham of this college?”
“No, why?”
“Oh, nothing. He was there, that’s all.”
“Nice chap?”
“Nothing particular. Oh, yes, quite nice, I should think, but he went away as soon as we shut up playing. I hardly know him—in fact I never met him before. Hullo, it’s seven. I must go.”
“Where are you going?”
“Only to see a man I know, as the Apostles say. Are either of you dining with Stewart to-night?”
“Yes, I am,” said Reggie. “At eight, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Be punctual, because I’m so hungry.”