His three comrades were all there.
"What's up ?" said they as he entered, with agitated face.
"Oh, I say, it's all because you and your brother are so alike.

I met him just now; and--he's heard about that canvassing, you know, and I thought you'd like to know." "You mean to say you blabbed ?" said Wally, jumping to his feet.
"It's your fault," said D'Arcy.

"I've made the same mistake myself.
Why can't you grow a moustache or something to distinguish you ?" "Why can't you get your brother to be a Classic! then it wouldn't matter--either of you would do," suggested Ashby.
Ashby was beginning to feel quite at home in Wakefield's.
"I'll let some of you see if it won't matter," retorted Wally.

"If they've got wind of that affair the other side, there'll be a fearful row.

They'll want another election.