“As every pair of sparrows hatches out ten or more young ones in the year, while their food supply remains stationary, it is just as well that the Attabs of the community should have that idea of how to pass an amusing afternoon,” said Gregory. Having delivered himself of this sage comment he lit another cigarette, bade Jocantha a playfully affectionate goodbye, and departed into the outer world.

“Remember, dinner’s a wee bit earlier tonight, as we’re going to the Haymarket,” she called after him.