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For nearly three weeks we lived in a state of peace and contentment which none of us thought dull, but during the first week of October I had a letter from The Bradder in which he said that he was on a walking tour and should be passing near our house.
My attempts to get help from The Bradder failed, and as soon as I had worked myself up into a rage he began to laugh. So after one night at home I started to Germany and my people went to Oxford for "Commem" on the same day, which was a most topsy-turvy state of things. Nina promised to write to me, but I did not expect anything from her except postcards.
"What would Colonel Marten say if he knew you had bought a race-horse?" he asked me. "I hope to goodness he never will know," I answered. "What are you going to do with him?" "Sell him if I can; Langham's got him in the stables where he keeps his horses, and if you would like to have a look at him, I'll take you round." But The Bradder shook his head. "You say Mr.
The Bradder persuaded me to join both a Shakespearian and a Browning Society, and as I could not plunge into such things by myself I dragged Jack with me. The Shakespearian Society was pleasant enough, but after two meetings of the Browningites Jack said flatly that he would not go again.
The Bradder took the chair, and I am sure that I tried to feel grateful to Murray, but if you don't care much about being set on a small pedestal it is very hard to pretend that you do. I did, however, enjoy that dinner because every one was so very cheerful, and I made a speech which lasted counting the applause nearly ten minutes.
So The Bradder and Nina went to Chipping Norbury without me, and he stayed for three more days, by which time even my father did not want him to go, though he talked to my mother about him as one of those misguided young men who want England to stand on its head just to see what it would look like.
The Bradder was dining with the Mohocks that evening, and when the out-college men had gone away he asked me to come to his rooms and have a smoke. I looked at Jack, and The Bradder said at once, "Ask Ward to come with you," and walked off across the quad. We told him exactly what we had been doing, and I think Mr. Edwardes would have been rather surprised to see how he laughed.
But he spoke of working as if it was a new sort of game, and I thought his desire to try it would vanish as quickly as it had come, so I was surprised when he tackled The Bradder, and persuaded him that history was the only subject in which he could ever take a decent class.
"But you wouldn't try experiments with a volcano?" "I would try any experiment with Ireland which it wants, and which I did not think dangerous," The Bradder said, and he seemed to be wholly occupied in trying to say as little as possible without appearing to be ashamed or afraid of his opinions. "So you are a Radical, but not a Home-Ruler.
"We shall have nearly the same eight next summer, and two or three good freshers are coming up," The Bradder argued. "I shall be in the schools," Jack replied sadly, and though The Bradder turned away suddenly I saw him smiling, for Jack's essays were some of the most comical things ever written. Anything which resembled style he said was unwholesome, and although Mr.
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