Come along, my bo-oy; I stand treat.' Godwin glanced about him.

From the College was approaching what seemed to be a formal procession; it consisted of Bruno Chilvers, supported on either hand by ladies and followed by an admiring train.
'You had better come to my lodgings with me, uncle,' said the young man hurriedly, moving forward.
'No, no; I won't be no expense to you, Godwin, bo-oy.

And I 'ave a reason for wantin' to go to the little shop opposyte.' Already several collegians had passed, giving Peak a nod and scanning his companion; a moment's delay and Chilvers would be upon him.

Without another word, Godwin moved across the broad street to the place of refreshment which his uncle had indicated, and whither Earwaker had preceded them.

It was a pastry-cook's, occasionally visited by the alumni of Whitelaw.