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Do you comprehend?" "You seem to know all about it," growled Loman, who saw the force of Pembury's observations, but greatly disliked it all the same. "Do I, really?" replied the lame boy; "how odd that is, now particularly without a crib!" Loman was fast losing patience a fact which seemed to have anything but a damping effect on the editor of the Dominican.
The sight of Greenfield senior walking down the passage one day, arm-in-arm with Wraysford, and the next day with one arm in Wraysford's and the other in Pembury's, and the day after between Pembury and Bullinger, with Wraysford and Stephen in the rear, struck bewilderment and bitter jealousy to their hearts.
Please choose my right leg, as the other is off the ground, eh?" "The Doctor wants to speak to you, he says," said Stephen. Pembury's face fell again. "Do you mean to say he saw the paper, and you told him?" he said, angrily. "I showed him the paper, because I thought he had sent it; but I didn't tell him who gave it to me." "Then why does he want me?"
A few of the better sort, like Pembury and Bullinger, had the courage, at whatever cost, to act up to their convictions, and declared at once that they had been wrong, and were ashamed of it. The next step was to approach Oliver, and that was more difficult, for he was such a queer fellow there was no knowing where to have him. However, Pembury's wit helped him over the difficulty as usual.
But another hit or two by Oliver created a momentary diversion. It was quite clear that Pembury's version of Oliver's tactics was a correct one. He could easily have run three, but preferred to sacrifice a run rather than leave the incompetent and flurried Webster to face the bowling. "Six to win!" cried Stephen; "I'm certain Oliver will do it!"
"Oh, you didn't even see him with it in his pocket? Now, be very careful. Are you sure he didn't have it in his pocket a day before the exam?" "Why," said Simon, laughing at Pembury's innocence, "how could I see what was in a fellow's pocket, Pembury, you silly! I can't tell what's in your pocket." "Oh, can't you? I thought you could, upon my honour.
"What do you think?" he gasped, catching hold of the back of a chair for support; "Tony Pembury's kept me all this while brushing his clothes! I told him it was cricket feast, but he didn't care! What do you think of that? Of course, you've finished all the grub; I knew you would!"
But he said it was meant as a compliment, and that the Doctor was greatly pleased with it." "Well," resumed Pembury, laughing, "they won't allow any of us to contribute. "Upon my word, it's a splendid idea!" exclaimed Wraysford, jumping up in raptures. And every one else applauded Pembury's proposition.
But he could not, and so left the room as soon as it was possible to escape, and retired disconsolately to his own study. As for the Fifth, Pembury's advice prevailed with them.
Come, I say, old man, that won't do! you aren't going to leave me in the lurch like all the rest?" But Wraysford was; he would gladly have helped if he could, but he really must not this time; perhaps he would for the next. Oliver was as bad; he declared the things he had written before even with Pembury's assistance had taken him such ages to do, that he wasn't going in for the next number.
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