His round, boyish face had taken on a slightly graver and more responsible look, and his accent certainly had an Oxford touch.

Enough, anyhow, to send Jock and Mhor out of the room to giggle convulsively in the lobby.

To Jean's relief David noticed nothing; he was too busy telling Jean his news to trouble about the eccentric behaviour of the two boys.
David would hardly have been human if he had not boasted a little that first night.

He had often pictured to himself just how it would be.

Jean would sit by the fire and listen, and he would sit on the old comfortable sofa and recount all the doings of his first term, tell of his friends, his tutors, his rooms, the games, the fun--all the details of the wonderful new life.