At the door of the senior block Burgess, going out, met Bob coming in,hurrying, as he was rather late.
"Congratulate you, Bob," he said; and passed on.
Bob stared after him. As he stared, Trevor came out of the block.
"Congratulate you, Bob.""What's the matter now?""Haven't you seen?""Seen what?""Why the list. You've got your first.""My--what? you're rotting.""No, I'm not. Go and look."The thing seemed incredible. Had he dreamed that conversation betweenSpence and Burgess on the pavilion steps? Had he mixed up the names?
He was certain that he had heard Spence give his verdict for Mike, andBurgess agree with him.
Just then, Mike, feeling very ill, came down the steps. He caughtsight of Bob and was passing with a feeble grin, when something toldhim that this was one of those occasions on which one has to show aRed Indian fortitude1 and stifle2 one's private feelings.
"Congratulate you, Bob," he said awkwardly.
"Thanks awfully3," said Bob, with equal awkwardness. Trevor moved on,delicately. This was no place for him. Bob's face was looking like astuffed frog's, which was Bob's way of trying to appear unconcernedand at his ease, while Mike seemed as if at any moment he might burstinto tears. Spectators are not wanted at these awkward interviews.
There was a short silence.
"Jolly glad you've got it," said Mike.
"I believe there's a mistake. I swear I heard Burgess say to Spence----""He changed his mind probably. No reason why he shouldn't.""Well, it's jolly rummy."Bob endeavoured to find consolation4.
"Anyhow, you'll have three years in the first. You're a cert. for nextyear.""Hope so," said Mike, with such manifest lack of enthusiasm that Bobabandoned this line of argument. When one has missed one's colours,next year seems a very, very long way off.
They moved slowly through the cloisters5, neither speaking, and up thestairs that led to the Great Hall. Each was gratefully conscious ofthe fact that prayers would be beginning in another minute, putting anend to an uncomfortable situation.
"Heard from home lately?" inquired Mike.
Bob snatched gladly at the subject.
"Got a letter from mother this morning. I showed you the last one,didn't I? I've only just had time to skim through this one, as thepost was late, and I only got it just as I was going to dash across toschool. Not much in it. Here it is, if you want to read it.""Thanks. It'll be something to do during Math.""Marjory wrote, too, for the first time in her life. Haven't had timeto look at it yet.""After you. Sure it isn't meant for me? She owes me a letter.""No, it's for me all right. I'll give it you in the interval6."The arrival of the headmaster put an end to the conversation.
* * * * *By a quarter to eleven Mike had begun to grow reconciled to his fate.
The disappointment was still there, but it was lessened7. These thingsare like kicks on the shin. A brief spell of agony, and then a dullpain of which we are not always conscious unless our attention isdirected to it, and which in time disappears altogether. When the bellrang for the interval that morning, Mike was, as it were, sitting upand taking nourishment8.
He was doing this in a literal as well as in a figurative sense whenBob entered the school shop.
Bob appeared curiously9 agitated10. He looked round, and, seeing Mike,pushed his way towards him through the crowd. Most of those presentcongratulated him as he passed; and Mike noticed, with some surprise,that, in place of the blushful grin which custom demands from the manwho is being congratulated on receipt of colours, there appeared onhis face a worried, even an irritated look. He seemed to havesomething on his mind.
"Hullo," said Mike amiably11. "Got that letter?""Yes. I'll show it you outside.""Why not here?""Come on."Mike resented the tone, but followed. Evidently something had happenedto upset Bob seriously. As they went out on the gravel12, somebodycongratulated Bob again, and again Bob hardly seemed to appreciateit.'
Bob led the way across the gravel and on to the first terrace. Whenthey had left the crowd behind, he stopped.
"What's up?" asked Mike.
"I want you to read----""Jackson!"They both turned. The headmaster was standing14 on the edge of thegravel.
Bob pushed the letter into Mike's hands.
"Read that," he said, and went up to the headmaster. Mike heard thewords "English Essay," and, seeing that the conversation wasapparently going to be one of some length, capped the headmaster andwalked off. He was just going to read the letter when the bell rang.
He put the missive in his pocket, and went to his form-room wonderingwhat Marjory could have found to say to Bob to touch him on the raw tosuch an extent. She was a breezy correspondent, with a style of herown, but usually she entertained rather than upset people. Nosuspicion of the actual contents of the letter crossed his mind.
He read it during school, under the desk; and ceased to wonder. Bobhad had cause to look worried. For the thousand and first time in hercareer of crime Marjory had been and done it! With a strong hand shehad shaken the cat out of the bag, and exhibited it plainly to allwhom it might concern.
There was a curious absence of construction about the letter. Mostauthors of sensational16 matter nurse their bomb-shell, lead up toit, and display it to the best advantage. Marjory dropped hers intothe body of the letter, and let it take its chance with the othernews-items.
"DEAR BOB" (the letter ran),--"I hope you are quite well. I am quite well. Phyllis has a cold,Ella cheeked Mademoiselle yesterday, and had to write out 'LittleGirls must be polite and obedient' a hundred times in French. Shewas jolly sick about it. I told her it served her right. Joe madeeighty-three against Lancashire. Reggie made a duck. Have you gotyour first? If you have, it will be all through Mike. Uncle Johntold Father that Mike pretended to hurt his wrist so that you couldplay instead of him for the school, and Father said it was verysporting of Mike but nobody must tell you because it wouldn't befair if you got your first for you to know that you owed it to Mikeand I wasn't supposed to hear but I did because I was in the roomonly they didn't know I was (we were playing hide-and-seek and I washiding) so I'm writing to tell you,"From your affectionate sister"Marjory."There followed a P.S.
"I'll tell you what you ought to do. I've been reading a jolly goodbook called 'The Boys of Dormitory Two,' and the hero's an awfullynice boy named Lionel Tremayne, and his friend Jack13 Langdale saveshis life when a beast of a boatman who's really employed by Lionel'scousin who wants the money that Lionel's going to have when he growsup stuns17 him and leaves him on the beach to drown. Well, Lionel isgoing to play for the school against Loamshire, and it's _the_match of the season, but he goes to the headmaster and says he wantsJack to play instead of him. Why don't you do that?
"M.
"P.P.S.--This has been a frightful18 fag to write."For the life of him Mike could not help giggling19 as he pictured whatBob's expression must have been when his brother read this document.
But the humorous side of the thing did not appeal to him for long.
What should he say to Bob? What would Bob say to him? Dash it all, itmade him look such an awful _ass_! Anyhow, Bob couldn't do much.
In fact he didn't see that he could do anything. The team was filledup, and Burgess was not likely to alter it. Besides, why should healter it? Probably he would have given Bob his colours anyhow. Still,it was beastly awkward. Marjory meant well, but she had put her footright in it. Girls oughtn't to meddle20 with these things. No girl oughtto be taught to write till she came of age. And Uncle John had behavedin many respects like the Complete Rotter. If he was going to let outthings like that, he might at least have whispered them, or lookedbehind the curtains to see that the place wasn't chock-full of femalekids. Confound Uncle John!
Throughout the dinner-hour Mike kept out of Bob's way. But in a smallcommunity like a school it is impossible to avoid a man for ever. Theymet at the nets.
"Well?" said Bob.
"How do you mean?" said Mike.
"Did you read it?""Yes.""Well, is it all rot, or did you--you know what I mean--sham a crockedwrist?""Yes," said Mike, "I did."Bob stared gloomily at his toes.
"I mean," he said at last, apparently15 putting the finishing-touch tosome train of thought, "I know I ought to be grateful, and all that. Isuppose I am. I mean it was jolly good of you--Dash it all," he brokeoff hotly, as if the putting his position into words had suddenlyshowed him how inglorious it was, "what did you want to do if_for_? What was the idea? What right have you got to go aboutplaying Providence21 over me? Dash it all, it's like giving a fellowmoney without consulting him.""I didn't think you'd ever know. You wouldn't have if only that assUncle John hadn't let it out.""How did he get to know? Why did you tell him?""He got it out of me. I couldn't choke him off. He came down when youwere away at Geddington, and would insist on having a look at my arm,and naturally he spotted22 right away there was nothing the matter withit. So it came out; that's how it was."Bob scratched thoughtfully at the turf with a spike23 of his boot.
"Of course, it was awfully decent----"Then again the monstrous24 nature of the affair came home to him.
"But what did you do it _for_? Why should you rot up your ownchances to give me a look in?""Oh, I don't know.... You know, you did _me_ a jolly good turn.""I don't remember. When?""That Firby-Smith business.""What about it?""Well, you got me out of a jolly bad hole.""Oh, rot! And do you mean to tell me it was simply because of that----?"Mike appeared to him in a totally new light. He stared at him as if hewere some strange creature hitherto unknown to the human race. Mikeshuffled uneasily beneath the scrutiny25.
"Anyhow, it's all over now," Mike said, "so I don't see what's thepoint of talking about it.""I'm hanged if it is. You don't think I'm going to sit tight and takemy first as if nothing had happened?""What can you do? The list's up. Are you going to the Old Man to askhim if I can play, like Lionel Tremayne?"The hopelessness of the situation came over Bob like a wave. He lookedhelplessly at Mike.
"Besides," added Mike, "I shall get in next year all right. Half asecond, I just want to speak to Wyatt about something."He sidled off.
"Well, anyhow," said Bob to himself, "I must see Burgess about it."
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