“This afternoon.”
“Here in the town?”
“No—at his place.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” said Cave, firmly—“but that’s impossible.”
“Any other time, sir,” suggested Sprawson, civilly. “To-day we’re both playing in the Sixth Form match.”
“Et tu, Sprawson?” cried Heriot, merrily.
“I’m the tip of the School tail, sir.”
The house relieved itself in laughter led by Heriot.
“Have either of you been in yet?”
“I had one ball, sir. It was the last of the innings,” said the brazen Sprawson. “The Sixth are just going in, and we expect to have Cave there all the afternoon.”