'The Bollinger seem to be enjoying themselves, said Paul. 'Whose rooms are they in this time?
'Pastmaster's, I think. That young man seems to be going a bit fast for his age.
'Well, I hope he enjoys it, said Paul. 'Good night.
'Good night, Paul, said Stubbs.
Paul put the chocolate biscuits back in the cupboard, refilled his pipe, and settled down in his chair.
Presently he heard footsteps and a knock at his door.
'Come in, he said, looking round.
Peter Pastmaster came into the room. He was dressed in the bottle‑green and white evening coat of the Bollinger Club. His face was flushed and his dark hair slightly disordered.
'May I come in?
'Yes, do.