Tired as everyone must have been, we were all up by 12, and saw the Accringtons off for Manchester, being especially dismal on saying farewell to the charming Sybil.
There was a general move again in the afternoon, when the Dowager and her party left for town by the 4.20, only leaving behind Blitherington who, on hearing that Mrs. Lomond did not go till Wednesday, refused to budge. Miss Bugg’s last remark to the effect that ‘her head was going round like one of those aerated fans,’ failed to raise even a smile from Reggie.
The Dowager extended a cordial invitation to all of us to visit her in town, which was seconded warmly in my case by Maisie, on whom I flatter myself—but no I won’t say what I thought, lest I be accused of vanity, besides there is Sybil as well.
It seemed, as the Pilot remarked, very dull after they had all gone; and the horrible flirtation carried on by Mrs. Lomond and her admirer failed to arouse us from the depths of despondency, only partially lightened by Cecil’s doing its fourth bump on Wednesday afternoon, and the prospect of what Reggie called a ‘roaring old bump-supper.’ Perhaps, as Squiff said, when I suddenly discovered my Finals to be only two weeks distant, ‘If you have your fun you must expect to pay for it.’ So I consider a drop from a possible second in Law to a certain third was not expensive.
OXFORD
BURROWS AND DOE, PRINTERS
THE HOLYWELL PRESS