He and Wildney regarded their possessions so much as common property, that he hadn't the least delicacy in mentioning the boys whom he wanted to invite.
"Yes; Graham's a jolly bird; and Bull ?" "I've no objection; and Pietrie ?" "Well; and your brother Vernon ?" "No!" said Eric, emphatically.

"At any rate I won't lead _him_ into mischief any more." "Attlay, then; and what do you say to Brooking ?" "No, again," said Eric; "he's a blackguard." "I wonder you haven't mentioned Duncan," said Wildney.
"Duncan! why, my dear child, you might as well ask Owen, or even old Rose, at once.

Bless you, Charlie, he's a great deal too correct to come now." "Well; we've got six already, that's quite enough." "Yes; but two fowls isn't enough for six hungry boys." "No, it isn't," said Wildney.

He thought a little, and then, clapping his hands, danced about and said, "Are you game for a _regular_ lark, Eric ?" "Yes; anything to make it less dull.

I declare I've very nearly been taking to work again to fill up the time." Eric often talked now of work in this slighting way partly as an excuse for the low places in form to which he was gradually sinking.