“Warthah a pwig, isn’t he?” suggested Braintree.
“He is a little,” replied Gayford; “but he’s very obliging, and fags rather well.”
“All serene. Now then, Wallas, who’s your man?” asked Bowler.
“Tubbs,” said Wallas. Tubbs was one of the most hopeless louts at Swishford.
Gayford gave a low whistle; but he was too anxious to preserve the harmony of the party to offer any objection.
“Now you, Braintree?”
“I say, Cwashford. Jolly fellow, and knows French, too.”
“Ah, but he is such a cad,” said Bowler imploringly.
“Couldn’t you think of somebody else, Braintree?” asked Gayford.
“Oh, have Cwashford. He’s a wewy decent fellah. I like Cwashford, you know.”