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It is so freely employed in all sorts of trivialities that, like the dyer's hand, it becomes subdued to that it works in. Canon Ainger has declared positively that "Conversation might be improved if only people would take pains and have a few lessons."
A quarter of a mile from home Ranger was clean out of it, regularly doubled up; but Ainger kept on steadily for a couple of hundred yards. "Then, my word, he spurted right away to the finish! You never saw such a rush up as it was! The fellows yelled, I can let you know.
"That, Smedley, is not a subject for discussion." "I know, sir. All I mean is that the whole school will suffer." "That increases the responsibility of those who can rectify all by owning their misconduct." "Won't it be possible to make some exceptions, sir? Our School sports will go all to pieces without Ainger and Barnworth and some of their fellows."
To be caned during the first week of the term was not quite in accordance with their good resolutions, and to be bereft of the Smileys was a cruel outrage on their natural affections. They owed both to Ainger, and mutually resolved that he was a cad of the lowest description.
Nine o'clock sharp to-morrow morning, both of you." The friends turned pale. "Not really, Ainger? You haven't sent up our names, have you? We'll send them off. We thought as Felgate said oh, you cad!" This last remark was occasioned by Ainger departing and shutting the door behind him without vouchsafing any further parley. They felt that the game was up, and that they had been done.
Their looks are against them; but, as Mrs. Ainger says, one can't exactly tell them so." "She's very handsome," Lydia ventured, with her eyes on the lady, who showed, under the dome of a vivid sunshade, the hour-glass figure and superlative coloring of a Christmas chromo. "That's the worst of it. She's too handsome." "Well, after all, she can't help that."
IV. The Fortunate Blue-Coat Boy I have not seen. Canon Ainger describes it as a rather foolish romance, showing how a Blue-coat boy marries a rich lady of rank. The sub-title is "Memoirs of the Life and Happy Adventures of Mr. Benjamin Templeman; formerly a Scholar in Christ's Hospital. By an Orphanotropian," 1770. I have not discovered a copy of Matthew Feilde's play.
Yet up to the present these four heroes had been popular in their house Barnworth was the best high jumper Grandcourt had had for years, and Ainger was as steady as a rock at the wickets of the first eleven, and was reported to be about to run Smedley, the school captain, very close for the mile at the spring sports.
Stretching his arms and legs in relief, he sat up, and coolly said, "Thank you." "Whatever does all this mean?" exclaimed Railsford, helping him to rise, for he was very stiff and cramped. "That I cannot say. Kindly reach my hat, Ainger." "Who has done this?" "That, too, I cannot say. I can walk, thank you." "Won't you come to my room and have something?
"Then," continued the head-master, more severely, putting up his eyeglass, and handing the list to Ainger, "I shall put the question to each boy separately. Call over the list, and let each boy come up and answer." Ainger began by calling out his own name, and forthwith walked up to the master's desk. "Do you know anything whatever of this affair?" asked the doctor, looking him full in the face.
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