He looked longingly at the windows of the Iseeum Club, where he had often eaten of the best with his father! Those pearls! There was no getting over them! But the more he brooded and the further he walked the hungrier he naturally became.

Short of trailing home, there were only two places where he could go--his grandfather's in Park Lane, and Timothy's in the Bayswater Road.

Which was the less deplorable?
At his grandfather's he would probably get a better dinner on the spur of the moment.

At Timothy's they gave you a jolly good feed when they expected you, not otherwise.

He decided on Park Lane, not unmoved by the thought that to go up to Oxford without affording his grandfather a chance to tip him was hardly fair to either of them.