"I've not seen Jeff for a week." "Who is this precious Jeff ?" said one of Scarfe's friends, pointing over his shoulder to the librarian.
"He's a gentleman employed by the month to look after Percy's morals," said Scarfe, with a sneer.
"A parson! What a game! No wonder Percy draws in his horns a bit when he comes home.

Anyhow, we must save him from the paws of the lion if we can.

I say, Percy, you must come, old man.

We made all the arrangements for four, boat and everything; and if you don't want to stay late we'll give up the supper.

Only don't spoil our day, there's a good fellow.