“Of course it is. I’m not going,” said Parson.
“Wonder what about?”
“Oh, that Skyrocket affair, I suppose.”
“Do you think he’ll give us impots if we don’t go?”
“Don’t know—most likely.”
“Rum, his asking us to breakfast, though,” said Telson.
“All a dodge, I expect,” said Parson. “By the way, what sort of breakfasts does he go in for?”
“Not bad when he likes,” said Telson, with the authority of an old fag.
“Bacon?” asked Parson.
“Sometimes,” said Telson.