' I shall have to cut
preparation, but that don't matter, It's Harley's night, and old Stupid
will never twig."
"Well, whom shall we ask?" said Eric.
"Old Llewellyn for one," said Wildney. "We havn't seen him for an age,
and he's getting too lazy even for a bit of fun."
"Good; and Graham," suggested Eric. He and Wildney regarded their
possessions so much as common property, that he hadn't the least
delicacy in mentioning the boys whom he wanted to invite.
"Yes; Graham's a jolly bird; and Bull?"
"I've no objection; and Pietrie?"
"Well; and your brother Vernon?"
"No!" said Eric, emphatically. "At any rate I won't lead _him_ into
mischief any more."
"Attlay, then; and what do you say to Brooking?"
"No, again," said Eric; "he's a blackguard."
"I wonder you haven't mentioned Duncan," said Wildney.
"Duncan! why, my dear child, you might as well ask Owen, or even old
Rose, at once. Bless you, Charlie, he's a great deal too correct to
come now."
"Well; we've got six already, that's quite enough.
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