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Braddy, who as usual felt and looked extinguished when Pembury made fun of him, retired sulkily, and the editor of the Dominican thereupon turned his attack on another quarter. And so the dispute went on, neither party being convinced, and all satisfied only on one point that a cloud had arisen to mar the hitherto peaceful horizon of Fifth Form existence.
"Whoever would have thought of it turning out like this?" "One could understand it," said Braddy, "if there had been any chance of his repeating the dodge of last term. But he couldn't have done that." "I don't know," said another; "he may have been up to some other dodge. Perhaps he copied off Wraysford." "Hardly likely," said Bullinger, "up on the front desk just under Jellicott's nose."
There was Tom Braddy, for instance, smoking a big cigar the size of a pencil-case, looking the picture of a snob. And with him a vacant-looking young man with a great crop of whiskers on his puffy cheeks. His name was Simon. The great idea of these two worthies seemed to be to do the grand before their posterity.
That hulking, ugly youth is Braddy, the bully, the terror of the Guinea-pigs, and the laughing-stock of his own class-mates. The boy who is fastening a chalk duster on to the collar of Braddy's coat is Tom Senior, the Doctor's eldest son, who, one would have imagined, might have learned better manners. Anthony is lame, and one of the most dreaded boys in Saint Dominic's.
"It's all very well," said Ricketts, when the question was being canvassed for the hundredth time among his immediate friends. "I dare say they are all right, but it makes it jolly uncomfortable for us." "They oughtn't to have given in in this way without letting the rest of us know first," said Braddy. "Just see what a corner it puts us in."
"All I can say is," said Braddy, "Greenfield will have to ask me before I have anything to do with him." "And do you know," said Ricketts, "I heard to-day he is down to play in the match against the County." "Is he?" exclaimed Braddy in excitement; "very well, then. I shall not play if he does. That's all about that." Ricketts laughed.
He did not, however, attempt any further conversation either with Ricketts or his other neighbour, Braddy, who in a most marked manner had moved as far as possible away from him. On the contrary, he coolly availed himself of the extra room on the desk and busied himself silently with the lessons for the day.
"And what business of yours is it what it looks like?" demanded Wraysford. "Come, old man," said Pembury; "don't eat him up! I fancy Greenfield might screw up courage to pull his nose, whoever else he lets off, eh? It's my private opinion, though, Oliver knew what he was about." "Of course he did," sneered Braddy; "he knew jolly well what he was about." "Dear me! Is that you, Mr Braddy?
"Why, Wray," said another, "how jolly blue you look! Don't go and funk it, old man, or it's all UP." "Who's going to funk it?" said Oliver, impatiently, on his friend's behalf. "I tell you Wray will most likely win." "Well, as long as one of you does," said Tom Senior, with noble impartiality, "we don't care which; do we, Braddy?" "Of course not."
"The scholarship belongs to Wray," said Braddy, "and I mean to say it's a blackguard shame if he doesn't get it!" "It's downright robbery, that's what it is!" said another; "the fellow ought to be kicked out of the school!" "I vote some one tells the Doctor," said Braddy. "Suppose you go and tell him now, yourself," said Pembury, with a sarcastic smile; "you could do it capitally.
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