“No.”
“Good. I thought you’d see it was no good making a beastly row. We’ll play for the school all right. There’s no earthly need for us to turn out for fielding-practice before breakfast.”
“You don’t think there is? You may be right. All the same, you’re going to to-morrow morning.”
“What!”
“Six sharp. Don’t be late.”
“Don’t be an ass, Adair. We’ve told you we aren’t going to.”
“That’s only your opinion. I think you are. I’ll give you till five past six, as you seem to like lying in bed.”
“You can turn out if you feel like it. You won’t find me there.”
“That’ll be a disappointment. Nor Robinson?”
“No,” said the junior partner in the firm; but he said it without any deep conviction. The atmosphere was growing a great deal too tense for his comfort.