“H’rrmp,” said Mr. Preemby.
“I think our back tyres were too tight to-day, Old Top,” said the man in plus fours, in a very loud, clear voice. “I felt the road dreadfully.”
“I felt the road dreadfully,” said the lady in the yellow jumper.
“I must let them down a little to-morrow morning.”
“It would be better.”
“To-morrow morning will do. I won’t trouble to-night.”
“Much better to-morrow morning, Badger. You’re tired to-night after all that bumping. You’d make your hands dirty.”
Silence and active business with knives and forks.
“Porruck hasn’t written about that,” said the Major from the forest.
“Very likely he’s busy,” said his wife.