"I was going to look in at one or two drawing-rooms to-night," he said at length, "but as my engagements really aren't very particular, I'll not trouble about them, so I will be at your disposal."
"Thank you," answered Guy, drawing a long breath.
"Nothing wrong, I hope?"
"Well that is as it turns out. I saw Aunt Jelly to-day."
"Ah!" said Eustace in a significant tone, knowing that an interview with Aunt Jelly always meant trouble of some sort. "I think I can understand. However, let us go on with our meal. Pleasure and appetite first, business and Aunt Jelly afterwards. What are those two boys fighting about?"
The two boys were still engaged in the African argument, and had arrived at a dead lock, each being firmly convinced in his own mind that his view of the subject was the right one.
"You're all wrong, I tell you," said Otterburn hotly, "you're talking just like you did at Montana. Africa isn't America."
"Nobody said it was," returned Laxton ungracefully, "but I daresay the sport is very much the same in both places. Africa is not a new planet."
"You might as well say that potting walrus in the Arctic regions is the same as jungle shooting in India."
"It's merely a matter of temperature," declared Laxton decidedly.