Biffy was in full evening dress--an enormous white carnation in his button-hole and a crush hat under his arm.

He was booked for a "Stag," he said with a yawn, or he would stay and keep him company.

Jack didn't want any company--certainly not Biffy--most assuredly not any of the young fellows who had asked him about Gilbert's failure.

What he wanted was to be left alone until eleven o'clock, during which time he would get something to eat.
Dinner over, he buried himself in a chair in the library and let his mind roam.

Angry as he was, Ruth's image still haunted him.