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By two publishers the book had been declined; the firm which brought it out offered the author half profits and fifteen pounds on account, greatly to Harold Biffen's satisfaction. But reviewers in general were either angry or coldly contemptuous.
The weeks went by, and after a spirited display by Chalmers against the Emeriti, he was given his cap, and for the first time since Biffen's was a house they had a man in the eleven. But they gasped as Chalmers came out of the pavilion with his blue and silver cap on his curls. "That ass Bourne found the house at last, and then he goes and carefully spots the wrong man.
"Oh yes; but you've got to go down if he catches you in his swing." "You fellows must have played beautifully to let Biffen's mob maul you to that extent." "Gus, my boy, instead of frowsing up here all the afternoon with your books, you should have been on the touch-line watching those Biffenites at their new tricks. Your opinion then would have a little avoirdupois.
So he had gently declined. "No, old man. Wouldn't dream of ousting you. You'll get a good team out of Biffen's yet. Plenty of raw material." "That's just it," said Worcester, naively; "it is so jolly raw." "Well, cook it, old man." "It only makes hash," said Worcester, with a forlorn smile at his own joke.
Dick said shortly, "I think I shall, for Biffen's deserves the other cap, though the right fellow isn't getting it. By the way, Bourne, you'll not be very sweet to the school generally after this. They the fellows to a man, are no end cut up over Acton's treatment." "I supposed they would be. I knew it would be so." "Look here, Phil. You always did the square thing.
'I have been as nearly as possible a happy man all to-day, he said, when his pipe was well lit. 'Partly the sunshine, I suppose. There's no saying if the mood will last, but if it does all is well with me. I regret nothing and wish for nothing. 'A morbid state of mind, was Biffen's opinion. 'No doubt of that, but I am content to be indebted to morbidness.
"Well, then, consent to captain our footer eleven and we give ourselves a chance, for I can't make the fellows raise a gallop at any price, and I somehow think you can. Have a try. If you are sick of it at Christmas, I'll come in again; honour bright. It isn't too good-natured of me to ask you to pull Biffen's out of the mud, but you're the only fellow to do it if it can be done. Will you?"
He cannot forget an injury. Hodgson humbled him once, and so Acton must needs take away from Theodore his own peculiar pet ambition, which is to represent St. Amory's at Aldershot in the Heavy." "I wish," said Phil, gloomily, "Biffen's Beauty's schemes always worked out so well for the school's honour. He'll represent St. Amory's without a doubt." "Is he so very good, then?"
For three hours Gus remained a half-voluntary prisoner; but, when he judged it safe, he created such a pandemonium that young Hill hurried out of the farm stable, thinking there must be some weird tragedy taking place at the punt-house. He had hurried across and let the trio out. The dervishes got a mixed reception from Biffen's crowd.
The rest of the houses knew that Biffen's house was not now the unconsidered article it was once; that it wasn't the door-mat upon which any one might wipe his feet before proceeding into the inner circles of the housers' competition, and there was more than a little curiosity to see how far the "resurrected" house would mount. But not a single soul dreamt that it would reach the final.
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