"Bill," said Mr. Fisher, "you and me had better be getting back to the White Hart."
Bill rose and followed him without a word.
Harold broke the silence which followed their departure. The animated expression which had been on his face as he discussed the relative merits of Sid Sampson and the Ginger Nut had given place to the abstracted gravity of the student.
"Ma!"
Mrs. Bramble started convulsively.
"Yes, dearie?"
"Will you hear me?"
Mrs. Bramble took the book.
"Yes, mother will hear you, precious," she said, mechanically.
Harold fixed his eyes upon the cut-glass hangings of the chandelier.
"'Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever' - clever. 'Do noble things ...,'"