Kennedy says we're in for a ripping frost, so save yourself up, old man." "Percy, you talk like a stable-boy.

Do remember you are in the drawing- room; and don't detain Mr Jeffreys from his work." Under cover of this maternal exhortation Jeffreys withdrew.
"Rum your knowing Jeff, Scarfe!" said Percy, after he had gone; "was he at Oxford ?" "No," said Scarfe.

"It was at school.

Surely that must be one of Hogarth's engravings, Miss Atherton, it is exactly his style." "It wasn't much of a school, was it ?" persisted Percy.

"Jeff told me he didn't care about it." "I don't think he did," replied Scarfe with a faint smile.
"I suppose you are very fond of Oxford, are you not ?" said Mrs Rimbolt; "every one who belongs to the University seems very proud of it." This effectually turned the conversation away from Jeffreys, and the subject was not recurred to that evening, except just when Scarfe was bidding his mother good-night in her boudoir.
"I hope you won't be dull here," said she.