“The loft!” I said, feeling that here was something fresh. “What for?”
“Eely wants us. He sent Dicksee to me to say that we were to go to him directly.”
“Do you know what for?” I said huskily.
“Yes, Dicksee told me. He said he was going to punch our heads for being cheeky. But I say, Frank, we’re not obliged to go, are we?”
I was silent for a few moments, and then said, with an effort,—
“Yes, I suppose we must.”
“But he isn’t everybody.”
“If we don’t go, they’ll come and fetch us.”
“But you’re not going to let him punch your head, are you?”
“I suppose so,” I said dismally, for my anger had faded away, and I was quite cool.