"I say, we sort of left it kind of open."
"Yuk!"
"Well, would it bore you awfully," said Eunice's soft voice, "to come round now and go on talking it over?"
Ramsden tottered.
"We shall be quite alone," said Eunice. "Little Wilberforce has gone to bed with a headache."
Ramsden paused a moment to disentangle his tongue from the back of his neck.
"I'll be right over!" he said huskily.