“Will you have them?” asked Ashby.
Whereupon there was a laugh at D’Arcy’s expense, which annoyed that young gentleman.
“I don’t want your second-hand grub. You’d better take it round and see what you can get for it.”
Ashby looked at the bread, and then glanced round the table.
“No,” said he, “I’ll have it and pay for it, if it comes to that.”
“That’ll be four bob.”
Ashby gave a gulp of despair.
“I’ve not got so much.”
“Then you’ll get in a jolly row.”
“Could you lend me one and six, I say?” asked the new boy.