the dread meaning of loneliness. They were all under thirty years of age—which is too soon for any man to possess that knowledge.
'Pilsener?' said Spurstow, after the second rubber, mopping his forehead.
'Beer's out, I'm sorry to say, and there's hardly enough soda-water for tonight,' said Hummil.
'What filthy bad management!' Spurstow snarled.
'Can't help it. I've written and wired; but the trains don't come through regularly yet. Last week the ice ran out—as Lowndes knows.'
'Glad I didn't come. I could ha' sent you some if I had known, though. Phew! it's too hot to go on playing bumblepuppy.' This with a savage scowl at Lowndes, who only laughed. He was a hardened offender.
Mottram rose from the table and looked out of a chink in the shutters.
'What a sweet day!' said he.
The company yawned all together and betook themselves to an aimless investigation of all Hummil's possessions—guns, tattered novels, saddlery, spurs, and the like. They had fingered them a score of times before, but there was really nothing else to do.
'Got anything fresh?' said Lowndes.
'Last week's Gazette of India, and a cutting from a home paper. My father sent it out. It's rather amusing.'
'One of those vestrymen that call 'emselves M.P.'s again, is it?' said Spurstow, who read his newspapers when he could get them.
'Yes. Listen to this. It's to your address, Lowndes. The man was making a speech to his constituents, and he piled it on. Here's a sample, "And I assert unhesitatingly that the Civil Service in India is the preserve—the pet
