“What do you mean by that?”
“What I say. Be off, or I won’t wait till you come again.”
Whereupon exit the Honourable Mr Compton with colours dipped.
“Now,” said Fastnet, when he had gone, “it is only fair to the youngster here to say that we agree with him in his opinion of our late member. Eh, you men?”
General assent greeted the question. Upon which Mr Fastnet suggested that, as the evening had been spoiled, the house do adjourn.
“You’d better come and have supper with me,” said he to Roger.
And Roger, feeling his chance had come, accepted.