"All right. Where are you bound for?"
"I am going down into Cornwall till term begins. I say, there's Wilton! As much side on as ever, I suppose. Bragging as usual, eh?"
Henry St. Clair tried to make it evident by a sign that remarks about Raymond were to be stopped.
"Never was such a fellow for brag. I have been staying near Fairchester, and I heard the other day that the whole family were left without a farthing and heaps of debts. Is it true?"
"I don't know," said Henry St. Clair. "Have you seen Barnard lately?"
"No. What makes you ask? I say, St. Clair, what's up?"
"The up-train. Now we are off. Here comes Wilton."
Raymond came sauntering up, and knocking the ashes from his cigar, threw it away.
"You extravagant fellow!" St. Clair exclaimed.
"Well, I can't smoke here, can I?"