“Holloa, Jimmy!”
“When did you get back?”
“Come and sit down. Plenty of room over here.”
“Where is my wandering boy to-night?”
“Waiter! What’s yours, Jimmy?”
Jimmy dropped into a seat and yawned.
“Well,” he said, “how goes it? Halloa, Raikes! Weren’t you at Love, the Cracksman? I thought I saw you. Halloa, Arthur! Congratulate you. You spoke your piece nicely.”
“Thanks,” said Mifflin. “We were just talking about you, Jimmy. You came on the Mauretania, I suppose?”
“She didn’t break the record this time,” said Sutton.
A somewhat pensive look came into Jimmy’s eyes.