But at this juncture Stafford, who had grown tired of waiting, and evidently saw little prospect of conviviality in the entertainment, remembered that he had some work to do before morning school, and rose to leave.
"Why, we've not begun yet," gasped his hosts.
"I really must go.

Thanks for asking me.

I've enjoyed it so much," said the amiable prefect, departing.
"Look here, I say," expostulated Arthur, "you might stay.

I'll get some eggs, or a herring, if you'll stop." But the guest of the morning was beyond reach of these blandishments, and with muttered reflections on human depravity generally, the hosts took a seat at each end of the festive board, and bade the four Fifth- form fellows fall to.
They had already done so.

One had cut the loaf, another had meted out the jam, another had poured out the coffee, and another had distributed the butter.
"Have some coffee ?" said Wake, pleasantly, to Dig; "very good stuff." "Thanks," said Dig, trying to look grateful.