"Beastly."
"It's only about a couple of minutes from the houses to the school, I should think, shouldn't you?"
"Not much more. Might be three."
"Yes. Three if one didn't hurry."
Another silence.
"Beastly day," said Adair.
"Rotten."
Silence again.
"I say," said Mike, scowling at his toes, "awfully sorry about your wrist."
"Oh, that's all right. It was my fault."