"What's your hurry, young Bewery ?" Dick, who was panting for breath, more from excitement than haste, drew back and looked at Bryce.

Up to then he knew nothing much against Bryce, whom he had rather liked in the fashion in which boys sometimes like their seniors, and he was not indisposed to confide in him.
"Hullo!" he replied.

"I say! Where are you off to ?" "Nowhere!--strolling round," answered Bryce.

"No particular purpose, why ?" "You weren't going in--there ?" asked Dick, jerking a thumb towards Paradise.
"In--there!" exclaimed Bryce.

"Good Lord, no!--dreary enough in the daytime! What should I be going in there for ?" Dick seized Bryce's coat-sleeve and dragged him aside.
"I say!" he whispered.