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At hall that day, Brogten took care to sit near Kennedy again, and the old scene was nearly re-enacted. He turned the conversation to the Christmas examination. "I suppose you'll be very high again, Kennedy." "No," said he, curtly. "I've not read, and you know that as well as I do." "Oh, but you hadn't read much last time, and you may do some particular paper very well, you know.
Brogten was one of those who perceived these contrasts, and the bitter intense malice with which they filled him was one of the evil feelings which helped to drag him down from following out his occasional resolutions for better things. Strange that a few weeks could produce such differences but so it was.
Was any one else in the inner room? For very shame he dare not look. Had Brogten seen him? If so, would he at once tell Mr Grayson? What would be done in that case? Dare he deny the fact? Passionately he spurned the hateful suggestion. Would Brogten tell all the Saint Werner's men? Brogten of all others, whom he had publicly insulted and branded with dishonour!
That night Kennedy was sitting miserably in his room alone; he had refused all invitations, and had asked nobody to take tea with him. He was just making tea for himself, when Brogten came to see him. "May I stay to tea?" he asked, in mock humility. "If you like," said Kennedy.
Instantly swinging round, he gave Lord Fitzurse a butt with his elbow, which sent his lordship tottering into the ditch on the other side, and while his wrath was still blazing, received in one eye a blow from Brogten's strong fist, which for an instant made him reel. But it was only for an instant, and then he repaid Brogten with a cuff which felled him to the ground. Brogten was mad with fury.
"But why not decline sometimes?" "I don't know it looks uncivil. Here, which of these shall I cut?" he said, tossing three or four notes and cards to Julian. "This for one," said Julian, as he read the first: "Dear Kennedy Come to supper and cards at ten. Bruce wants to be introduced to you. Yours, "`C Brogten." "Yes, I think I shall.
Brogten began to whistle, and Kennedy relieved his feelings by digging the poker into the fire. And then there was a pause. "I want you to ask De Vayne." "And I tell you I won't ask him." "Whew-w-w-w!" Another long whistle, during which Kennedy mashed and battered the black lumps that smouldered in the grate. "Whew-ew-ew-ew! Oh, very well." Brogten left the room.
For a time, indeed, Brogten tried a few practical jokes on his neighbour and quondam school-fellow, which gratified for the moment his desire for revenge.
"I'm not surprised," said Julian; "he supped with Brogten, and then went to play cards with Bruce, and I hear that Bruce's card parties are not very steady proceedings." "Can't we manage to keep him out of that set, Julian? It will be the ruin of his reading." "Ay, and worse, Hugh. But what can one say? It will hardly do to read homilies to one's fellow undergraduates."
Lillyston was a singular contrast with Brogten; originally they were about equal in ability, position, and strength. They had entered school in the same form, and, until Julian came, they had generally been placed near each other in the quarterly examinations. Both of them were strong and active, and without being clever or brilliant they were both possessed of respectable powers of mind.
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