“Yes, I think so; it's cheap amusement, and I want a little training for a change.”
“That's all right.”
“I've brought down some dresses for our gipsy business, by the way. I didn't forget that. Is Blake back?”
“I don't know,” said Tom; “but we shan't have time before the races.”
“Well afterwards will do; though the days oughtn't to be too long. I'm all for a little darkness in masquerading.”
“There's five o'clock striking. Are you going to dine in hall?”
“No; I shall go to the Mitre, and get a broil.”
“Then I'm off. Let's see,—will you come and wine with me next Thursday?”
“Yes; only send us a card, 'to remind.'”
“All right!” said Tom, and went off to hall, feeling dissatisfied and uncomfortable about his fast friend, for whom he had a sincere regard.