Shall I tell you what it is ?" "Go ahead," Burton answered gloomily.
Mr.Waddington slapped his trousers pocket.
"Before we do another thing," he suggested, "let's go round to the Golden Lion and have just one bottle of beer--just to feel what it's like, eh ?" Burton sprang up.
"By Jove, let's!" he exclaimed.

"I've had no breakfast.

I'm ravenous.
Do they still have that cheese and crusty loaf there ?" Mr.Waddington glanced at the clock.
"It's on by now," he declared.

"Come along." They went out together and trod eagerly yet a trifle sheepishly the very well-known way that led to the Golden Lion.

The yellow-haired young lady behind the bar welcomed them with a little cry of astonishment.
She tossed her head.