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Montagu took no sort of notice of his threatening gesture, for he was looking to see if Wildney was hurt, and finding he was not, proceeded to drag him out, struggling and kicking frantically. "Drop me, you fellow, drop me, I say. I won't go for you," cried Wildney, shaking with passion. "Eric, why do you let him bully me?" "You let him go this minute," repeated Eric, hoarsely.
But it seemed no use knocking, and Wildney at last, in a fit of impatience, thumped a regular tattoo on the bed-room door. "Who's there?" said the startled voice of Mr. Harley. "Only me, sir!" answered Wildney, in a mild and innocent way. "What do you want?" "Please, sir, I want the key of the lavatory.
During the day, as Eric was too weak to walk with them, Montagu and Wildney used to take boating and fishing excursions by themselves, but in the evening the whole party would sit out reading and talking in the garden till twilight fell. The two visitors began to hope that Mrs. Trevor had been mistaken, and that Eric's health would still recover; but Mrs.
"How awfully dull it is, Charlie," said Eric, a few weeks before Easter, as he sat with Wildney in his study one holiday afternoon. "Yes; too late for football, too early for cricket." And Wildney stretched himself and yawned. "I suppose this is what they call ennui," said Eric again, after a pause. "What is to be done, Sunbeam?"
Taking no notice of Wildney's pretended sleep, he said, quietly, "Come to me before breakfast tomorrow, Wildney," and went down stairs. Eric came in soon after, and found the little fellow vainly attempting to appear indifferent, as he related to his admiring auditors the night's adventure; being evidently rather prouder of the "Erie and I," which he introduced every now and then into his story.
Eric heard him, but he was inclined to linger, and had always received such mild treatment from Mr. Rose, that he didn't think he would take much notice of the delay. For the moment he did not, so Wildney began to chatter again. "All study boys to leave the room," said Mr. Rose.
The two sixth-form boys hoped to pass by unobserved, as they did not wish for a rencontre with our hero under such circumstances. But they saw Wildney pointing to them, and, from the fits of laughter which followed his remarks, they had little doubt that they were the subject of the young gentleman's wit.
Montagu rather looked as if he intended to give the speaker a box on the ear; but he was just deciding that Bull wasn't worth the trouble, when Wildney, who had been grimacing all the time, burst into a fit of laughter. "Let's turn out these impudent lower-school fellows," said Montagu, speaking to Duncan.
Duncan went to fetch Wildney, and while he was gone, Brie was thinking why he didn't give Vernon the free run of his study. He would not admit to himself the true reason, which was, that he had too much ground to fear that his example would do his brother no good.
"Yes," said Duncan, yawning; "this smoking makes one very thirsty. I wish I'd some beer." "Well, why shouldn't we get some?" said Wildney "it would he very jolly." "Get some! What! at this time of night?" "Yes; I'll go now, if you like, to Ellan, and be back before ten." "Nonsense," said Eric; "it aint worth while."
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