"His name's Collins.

I don't' know anything else about him.

He's paid for a week and we're jolly glad to get visitors at all these times." "Bridge or billiards ?" young Anselman asked, rising.
"Let's play billiards," Granet suggested.

"The stretching across the table does me good." "We'll have a snooker, then," Major Harrison decided.
They played for some time.

The wizened-looking little man came and watched them benevolently, peering every now and then through his spectacles, and applauding mildly any particularly good stroke.