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When the match was over, Loman tried his best to slip away unobserved by his respectable town acquaintances; but they were far too polite to allow him. "Well," cried Mr Cripps, coolly joining the boy as he walked with the other players back to the school "well, you do do it, you do. Bless me! I call that proper sport, I do. What do you put on the game, bobs or sovereigns, eh?
"And now you've done with me I suppose you'll cut me dead, eh, young gentleman? Just the way. You stick to us as long as you can get anything out of us, and then we're nobodies." And here Mr Cripps looked very dejected. "Oh, no," said Loman, "I don't mean to cut you, Cripps. I shall come down now and then really I will when I can manage it. Good-bye now." And he held out his hand.
One day, when in the course of one of these expeditions he had taken the direction of Maltby which was only fifteen miles distant from his home he became suddenly aware of an approaching dog-cart in the road before him, and a familiar voice crying, "Why, if it ain't young Squire Loman, riding a bit of very tidy horseflesh too, as I'm a Dutchman!" It was Cripps.
Cripps, when Government agent, in the Seven Korles, fed from the hand the first night it was secured, and in a very few days evinced pleasure on being patted on the head. There is none so obstinate, not even a rogue, that may not, when kindly and patiently treated, be conciliated and reconciled.
He had been in constant terror of seeing Cripps every time he ventured outside his house; and he had been in still more terror of Cripps calling up at Saint Dominic's and telling the Doctor all about him directly after the holidays. For now Loman's time was up.
The villain had the perishing nerve to accost her, jauntily touching the smasher hat. "'Day, Miss! 'Aven't seen you since when I can't think." She replied with a ringing sniff and a glance of infinite scorn that she would trouble him not to think; and that she regarded low, interfering, vulgar fellows as the dirt under her feet. So there! "Cripps!"
It was a specially good one, he said, and the young gentleman could easily return it to him after the holidays, and so on. Altogether it was a delightful visit, and Stephen wondered more than ever how some of the fellows could think ill of Mr Cripps. "Oh, I say," said the boy, at parting; "don't do what you said you would to Loman. I'm not afraid of him, you know."
I've a great fancy to learn that there stoke. I'm a born fool at bagatelle. What do you say to another ginger-beer before you go?" Stephen said "Thank you," and then taking the newspaper in his hand bade Cripps good-bye. "Good-bye, my fine young fellow. You're one of the right sort, you are. No stuck-up nonsense about you. That's why I fancy you. Bye-bye. My love to Mr Loman."
It was the Rector, a stumpy little man with the purple stock of a monseigneur, who showed the stranger round his church and ended by inviting him to lunch. Mark, wondering if he had reached a crossroad in his progress, accepted the invitation, and prepared himself reverently to hear the will of God. Monseigneur Cripps lived in a little Gothic house next to St.
He was certain, even if that bat had been a poor one, it was quite worth the money paid for it, and Oliver was unjust in calling Cripps hard names. The landlord very soon returned with the paper. "Here you are, young governor. Now don't hurry away. It's lonely here all by myself, and I like a young gentleman like you to talk to.
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