In these hustling times it is not always easy to get ten minutes'

　　conversation with an acquaintance in private. There was drill in thedinner hour next day for the corps, to which Kennedy had to godirectly after lunch. It did not end till afternoon school began. Whenafternoon school was over, he had to turn out and practise scrummagingwith the first fifteen, in view of an important school match which wascoming off on the following Saturday. Kennedy had not yet received hiscap, but he was playing regularly for the first fifteen, and wasgenerally looked upon as a certainty for one of the last places in theteam. Fenn, being a three-quarter, had not to participate in thispractice. While the forwards were scrummaging on the second fifteenground, the outsides ran and passed on the first fifteen ground overat the other end of the field. Fenn's training for the day finishedearlier than Kennedy's, the captain of the Eckleton fifteen, who ledthe scrum, not being satisfied with the way in which the forwardswheeled. He kept them for a quarter of an hour after the outsides haddone their day's work, and when Kennedy got back to the house and wentto Fenn's study, the latter was not there. He had evidently changedand gone out again, for his football clothes were lying in a heap in acorner of the room. Going back to his own study, he met Spencer.

　　"Have you seen Fenn?" he asked.

　　"No," said the fag. "He hasn't come in.""He's come in all right, but he's gone out again. Go and ask Taylor ifhe knows where he is."Taylor was Fenn's fag.

　　Spencer went to the junior dayroom, and returned with the informationthat Taylor did not know.

　　"Oh, all right, then--it doesn't matter," said Kennedy, and went intohis study to change.

　　He had completed this operation, and was thinking of putting hiskettle on for tea, when there was a knock at the door.

　　It was Baker, Jimmy Silver's fag.

　　"Oh, Kennedy," he said, "Silver says, if you aren't doing anythingspecial, will you go over to his study to tea?""Why, is there anything on?"It struck him as curious that Jimmy should take the trouble to sendhis fag over to Kay's with a formal invitation. As a rule the head ofBlackburn's kept open house. His friends were given to understand thatthey could drop in whenever they liked. Kennedy looked in for teathree times a week on an average.

　　"I don't think so," said Baker.

　　"Who else is going to be there?"Jimmy Silver sometimes took it into his head to entertain weird beingsfrom other houses whose brothers or cousins he had met in theholidays. On such occasions he liked to have some trusty friend by himto help the conversation along. It struck Kennedy that this might beone of those occasions. If so, he would send back a polite but firmrefusal of the invitation. Last time he had gone to help Jimmyentertain a guest of this kind, conversation had come to a deadstandstill a quarter of an hour after his arrival, the guest refusingto do anything except eat prodigiously, and reply "Yes" or "No", asthe question might demand, when spoken to. Also he had declined tostir from his seat till a quarter to seven. Kennedy was not going tobe let in for another orgy of that nature if he knew it.