How are you, Batchelor?
Here we are again, eh?
Rather better than the Henniker's parlour, eh ?" I forgot all my disappointment for a moment in the pleasure of meeting him.

In voice and manner at least he was the Flanagan of old days.

Why couldn't he dress rather more quietly?
Daly was there in all his glory, and the Field-Marshal as lank and cadaverous as ever; and besides ourselves there was Whipcord with the straw in his mouth, and one or two other fellows belonging to our host's particular set.

The supper was quite as elaborate and a good deal more noisy than that at Doubleday's.

I sat next to Flanagan, and hoped to be able to get some talk with him about old days; but I found he was far too much taken up with the fun that was going on to be a very attentive listener.