In the middle of the crowd that stuck congested in the porch Edwin found himself wedged between Douglas and Griffin. They whispered together behind his back. “Well, are you going?”
“Of course I’m going, I told you.”
“You’ve fixed it up with her?”
“Yes, she’s up to any sport. Why don’t you come with us?”
“Two’s company. . . .”
“Go on with you. . . . You can easily pick up another. You’re not a sportsman, Duggie.”
“I don’t take risks of that kind. You bet your boots I don’t. Why don’t you ask Ingleby? He’s a blood. Says he went to see the Birches. And he’s flush, too. Won the sweep.”
“Ingleby?” Griffin scoffed. “I bet you he’d funk it.”
“Funk what?” said Edwin.
“Going down town to-night. There’s a fair on. I’m taking the skivvy from J dorm. She’s all right. She knows a thing or two.”