Jimmy’s Adventures
Our chronicle must here split into three separate and distinct portions.
The night was to prove an eventful one and each of the three persons involved saw it from his or her own individual angle.
We will begin with that pleasant and engaging youth, Mr. Jimmy Thesiger, at a moment when he has at last exchanged final good nights with his fellow conspirator, Bill Eversleigh.
“Don’t forget,” said Bill, “three a.m. If you’re still alive, that is,” he added kindly.
“I may be an ass,” said Jimmy, with rancorous remembrance of the remark Bundle had repeated to him, “but I’m not nearly so much of an ass as I look.”
“That’s what you said about Gerry Wade,” said Bill slowly. “Do you remember? And that very night he—”
“Shut up, you damned fool,” said Jimmy. “Haven’t you got any tact?”
“Of course I’ve got tact,” said Bill. “I’m a budding diplomatist. All diplomatists have tact.”
“Ah!” said Jimmy. “You must be still in what they call the larval stage.”
“I can’t get over Bundle,” said Bill, reverting abruptly to a former topic. “I should certainly have said that she’d be—well, difficult. Bundle’s improved. She’s improved very much.”