"Hallo,Soames!Have a muffin?"
"No,thanks,"murmured Soames;and,nursing his hat,with the desire to say something suitable and sympathetic,added:
"How's your mother?"
"Thanks,"said George;"so-so.Haven't seen you for ages.You never go racing.How's the City?"Soames,scenting the approach of a jest,closed up,and answered:
"I wanted to ask you about Dartie.I hear he's.""Flitted,made a bolt to Buenos Aires with the fair Lola.Good for Winifred and the little Darties.He's a treat."Soames nodded.Naturally inimical as these cousins were,Dartie made them kin.
"Uncle James'll sleep in his bed now,"resumed George;"I suppose he's had a lot off you,too."Soames smiled.