For an instant he was clay colour, then a hot flush broke upon his cheeks.
'I shan't be able to go with you,' he said, in a thick, abrupt voice, addressing Earwaker but not regarding him.

'Good-bye!' The other offered his hand and, without speaking, walked away.
'Prize-dye at the Collige, they tell me,' pursued Godwin's relative, looking at a cluster of people that passed.

'What 'ave you took ?' 'One or two class-prizes,' replied the student, his eyes on the ground.
'Shall we walk to my lodgings ?' 'I thought you might like to walk me over the show.

But pr'aps you're in a 'urry ?' 'No, no.

But there's nothing particular to see.