"What about a little billiards?" he said, shaking himself free
from the others.
"Will you play?" said Antony to Cayley.
"I'll watch you," he said, and he had watched them resolutely
until the game, and then another game after that; had been
played.
They went into the hall and attacked the drinks.
"Well, thank heaven for bed," said Bill; putting down his glass.
"Are you coming?"
"Yes," said Antony, and finished his drink. He looked at Cayley.
"I've just got one or two little things to do," said Cayley. "I
shan't be long following you."
"Well, good night, then."
"Good night."
"Good night," called Bill from half-way up the stairs. "Good
night, Tony."
"Good night."
Bill looked at his watch. Half-past eleven. Not much chance of
anything happening for another hour. He pulled open a drawer and
wondered what to wear on their expedition. Grey flannel
trousers, flannel shirt, and a dark coat; perhaps a sweater, as
they might be lying out in the copse for some time. And good
idea a towel. He would want it later on, and meanwhile he could
wear it round his waist.
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