"I say—what are you frowning about?"
John, very red, replied nervously, "Now that you're in the Sixth, you ought to chuck smoking."
"What rot!" said Cæsar. "And here, in this tower, where one couldn't possibly be nailed——"
"That's it," said John. "It's just because you can't possibly be nailed that it seems to me not quite square."
Cæsar burst out laughing. "Jonathan, you are a rum 'un. Anyway—here goes!"
As he spoke he flung the pipe into the bushes below.
"Thanks," said John, quietly.
"We'll come here again. I like this old tower."
"You won't come here without me?"
"Oh, ho! I'm not to let the Demon into our paradise—eh? What a jealous old bird you are! Well, I like you to be jealous." And he laughed again.