“Well, the Corporation’s had a short life and a merry one; and your precious secretary’s likely to have a merry Christmas after it all—unless you’d like to go down and spend it with him, Durfy,” added Mr Shanklin, taking notice for the first time of the presence of their visitor.
Durfy replied by a scowl.
“I shall be far enough away by then,” said he.
“Why, where are you going?”
“I’m going with you, to be sure,” said he, doggedly.
Messrs Medlock and Shanklin greeted this announcement with a laugh of genuine amusement.
“I’m glad you told us,” said Mr Shanklin. “We should have forgotten to take a ticket for you.”
“You may grin,” said Durfy. “I’m going, for all that.”
“You’re a bigger fool even than you look,” said Mr Medlock, “to think so. You can consider yourself lucky to get a supper out of us this last night.”
“You forget I can make it precious awkward for you if I like,” growled Durfy.