Yes, of course, and he was a comparatively new one.

He expected too much; his demands were unreasonable.

Nevertheless Malcolm felt a pang of envy when he saw David Carlyon tearing breathlessly through the woodlands with his arms full of greenery from the vicarage garden, and whistling like a schoolboy.
When at last Malcolm and his friends turned in at the gates of the Wood House that afternoon, they could hear the band playing in the distance.
A group of village children were gathered in the road; empty carriages passed them; a smart dog-cart, with four young men, rattled down the drive; and through the openings in the trees the gleam of white dresses looked silvery in the sunlight.
Miss Templeton was standing in the porch to receive her guests.
Elizabeth had only just left her, she said, to arrange the tennis tournament.

And then, as more guests were arriving, Malcolm left her.
The next moment he came upon Cedric; he was looking rather bored and disconsolate.

He lighted up, however, at the sight of his friend.
"Here you are at last," he grumbled.