We'll cheer him next time.

Hullo, Bosher, old man! you needn't be coming here.

There's no room; we're full up." "You might let us sit down a bit," says Bosher; "I kept the seat from half-past ten to twelve for you." "Jolly muff not to sit down, then, when you had the chance.

Jolly gross conduct of the evil Bosher, eh, Telson ?" "Rather! He's small in the world, but he'd better get out of the light, my boy, or he'll catch it!" Bosher subsides at this point, and the two friends resume their divided interest in the match, and old Wyndham, and the monkey-nuts.
Presently two familiar forms saunter past, arm-in-arm.
"There go Riddell and Bloomfield," says Parson.

"Awfully chummy they've got, haven't they?
Different from what it used to be!" "So it is," says Parson.