He pressed a bell by the mantelpiece.
"That'll fetch Potter," he said. "Potter's the Head's man, but the Head is good enough to lend him to us for meals. I daresay we'll be alone. The rest won't come before they have to."
"Why do you, then?" enquired Speed, laughing a little.
"Me?—Oh, I'm the victim of the railway time-table. If I'd caught a later train I shouldn't have arrived here till to-morrow. I come from the Isle of Man. Where do you come from?"
"Little place in Essex."
"You're all right then. Perhaps you'll be able to manage a week-end home during the term. What's the Head put you on to?"
"Oh, drawing and music. And he mentioned commercial geography, but I'm not qualified for that."
"Bless you, you don't need to be. It's only exports and imports... Potter, tea for two, please.... And some toast... Public-school man yourself, I suppose."
"Yes."
"Here?"