“Quite right, old gentleman,” said Geoffrey, good-humouredly; “but I get up early on principle.”
“Well, then, you didn’t have too much wine last night?”
“No.”
“Dine with Penwynn?”
“I did.”
“Any one else there?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“A Mr Tregenna. Like to know what we had for dinner?”
“No?” roared Uncle Paul. “Hang the dinner, sir. Any one else there?”