It was a very cheerful little party dining that night at the Dormy House Club.

There was Granet; Geoffrey Anselman, his cousin, who played for Cambridge and rowed two; Major Harrison, whose leave had been extended another three weeks; and the secretary of the club, who made up the quartette.
"By-the-bye, where were you this afternoon, Captain Granet ?" the latter asked.

"You left Anselman to play our best ball.

Jolly good hiding he gave us, too." "Went out for a spin," Granet explained, "and afterwards fell fast asleep in my room.

Wonderful air, yours, you know," he went on.
"I slept like a top last night," Major Harrison declared.