He drank three cups of tea and took the last (and the under) piece of buttered bun without apologies, and he talked a good deal, rather fast.
It seemed that he had really no particular plans as to what he was going to do after he had walked out of Cambridge with his carpet-bag early next morning.

He just meant, he said, to go along and see what happened.
He had had a belt made, which pleased him exceedingly, into which his money could be put (it lay on the table between them during tea), and he proposed, naturally, to spend as little of that money as possible....
No; he would not take one penny piece from Jack; it would be simply scandalous if he--a public-school boy and an University man--couldn't keep body and soul together by his own labor.

There would be hay-making presently, he supposed, and fruit-picking, and small jobs on farms.

He would just go along and see what happened.

Besides there were always casual wards, weren't there?
if the worst came to the worst; and he'd meet other men, he supposed, who'd put him in the way of things.