and had been informed that there was none for him.
“Well, you are a bright specimen, aren’t you?” said Dunstable, seating himself on the table which should have been groaning under the weight of cake and biscuits. “I should like to know where you expect to go to. You lure me in here, and then have the cheek to tell me you haven’t got anything to eat. What have you done with it all?”
“There was half a cake—”
“Bring it on.”
“Young Menzies bagged it after the match yesterday. His brother came down with the Oxford A team, and he had to give him tea in his study. Then there were some biscuits—”
“What’s the matter with biscuits?
“Menzies took them as well.”
Dunstable eyed him sorrowfully.
“You always were a bit of a maniac,” he said, “but I never thought you were quite such a complete gibberer as to let Menzies get away with all your grub. Well, the only thing to do is to touch him for tea. He owes us one. Come on.”
They proceeded down the passage and stopped at the door of study three.
“Hullo!” said Menzies, as they entered.
“We’ve come to tea,” said Dunstable. “Cut the satisfying sandwich. Let’s see a little more of that hissing urn of yours, Menzies. Bustle about, and be the dashing host.”
“I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I can’t help your troubles,” said Dunstable.
“I’ve not got anything. I was thinking of coming to you, Linton.”
“Where’s that cake?”
“Finished. My brother simply walked into it.”
“Greed,” said Dunstable unkindly, “seems to be the besetting sin of the Menzies’. Well, what are you going to do about it? I don’t wish to threaten, but I’m a demon when I’m roused. Being done out of my tea is sure to rouse me. And owing to unfortunate accident of being stonily broken, I can’t go to the shop. You’re responsible for the slump in provisions, Menzies, and you must see us through this. What are you going to do about it?”
“Do either of you chaps know Sheen at all?”
“I don’t,” said Linton. “Not to speak to.”
“You can’t expect us to know all your shady friends,” said Dunstable. “Why?”
“He’s got a tea on this evening. If you knew him well enough, you might borrow something from him. I met Herbert in the dinner-hour carrying in all sorts of things to his study. Still, if you don’t know him—”
“Don’t let a trifle of that sort stand in the way,” said Dunstable. “Which is his study?”
“Come on, Linton,” said Dunstable. “Be a man, and lead the way. Go in as if he’d invited us. Ten to one he’ll think he did, if you don’t spoil the thing by laughing.”
“What, invite ourselves to tea?” asked Linton, beginning to grasp the idea.
“That’s it. Sheen’s the sort of ass who won’t do a thing. Anyhow, its worth trying. Smith in our house got a tea out of him that way last term. Coming, Menzies?”
“Not much. I hope he kicks you out.”
“Come on, then, Linton. If Menzies cares to chuck away a square meal, let him.”
Thus, no sooner had the door of Sheen’s study closed upon Stanning than it was opened again to admit Linton and Dunstable.
“Well,” said Linton, affably, “here we are.”
“Hope we’re not late,” said Dunstable. “You said somewhere about five. It’s just struck. Shall we start?”
He stooped, and took the kettle from the stove.
“Don’t you bother,” he said to Sheen, who had watched this manoeuvre with an air of amazement, “I’ll do all the dirty work.”
“But—” began Sheen.
“That’s all right,” said Dunstable soothingly. “I like it.”
The intellectual pressure of the affair was too much for Sheen. He could not recollect having invited Linton, with whom he had exchanged only about a dozen words that term, much less Dunstable, whom he merely knew by sight. Yet here they were, behaving like honoured guests. It was plain that there was a misunderstanding somewhere, but he shrank from grappling with it. He did not want to hurt their feelings. It would be awkward enough if they discovered their mistake for themselves.
So he exerted himself nervously to play the host, and the first twinge of remorse which Linton felt came when Sheen pressed upon him a bag of biscuits which, he knew, could not have cost less than one and sixpence a pound. His heart warmed to one who could do the thing in such style.
Dunstable, apparently, was worried by no scruples. He leaned back easily in his chair, and kept up a bright flow of conversation.
“You’re not looking well, Sheen,” he said. “You ought to take more exercise. Why don’t you come down town
