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Farnie effected a masterly counter-stroke. He pretended not to be able to hear. He was sorry, but would the Bishop mind repeating his remark. 'Eh? What? he said. 'Very sorry, but this cab's making such a row. I say, cabby, why don't you sign the pledge, and save your money up to buy a new cab? Eh? Oh, sorry!
Monk in a recent conversation had taken him aback somewhat, but his feelings on that occasion were not to be compared with what he felt on seeing the one person whom he least desired to meet standing at his side. His jaw dropped limply, Comic Blitherings fluttered to the ground. The Bishop was the first to speak. Indeed, if he had waited for Farnie to break the silence, he would have waited long.
'For all I care, he concluded, 'he can do what he likes in future. I shan't stop him. 'No, said Marriott, 'I don't think you will. For the first month of his school life Farnie behaved, except in his choice of companions, much like an ordinary junior.
The marker expressed an opinion that Farnie had been and gone and done it. ''Ere, he said, inserting a finger in the cut to display its dimensions. 'Look 'ere. This'll mean a noo cloth, young feller me lad. That's wot this'll mean. That'll be three pound we will trouble you for, if you please. Farnie produced his sole remaining sovereign. 'All I've got, he said.
On the very first occasion when he had attempted to put on the screw, Farnie had flatly refused to have anything to do with what he proposed. He said that he was not Monk's fag a remark which had the merit of being absolutely true. All this, combined with a slight sinking of his own funds, induced Monk to take steps towards recovering the loan. 'I say, Farnie, old chap. 'Hullo!
You'll find Leicester's a fairly decent sort of House. Anyhow, you needn't be afraid you'll get bullied. There's none of that sort of thing at School nowadays. 'Really? 'Yes, and there's another thing I ought to warn you about. Have you brought much money with you? ''Bout fourteen pounds, I fancy, said Farnie carelessly. 'Fourteen what! said the amazed Bishop. 'Pounds!
He could not have gone far, for he could not have been gone much more than half an hour. Again, from his knowledge of his uncle's character, he deduced that he had in all probability not gone to the nearest station, Horton. At Horton one had to wait hours at a time for a train. Farnie must have made his way on his bicycle straight for the junction, Anfield, fifteen miles off by a good road.
Glad to make your acquaintance. My name's Farnie. I'm your uncle, you know. 'My what? gurgled the Bishop. 'Your uncle. U-n, un; c-l-e kul. Uncle. Fact, I assure you. 'But, dash it, said Gethryn, when he had finished gasping, 'that must be rot! 'Not a bit, said the self-possessed youth. 'Your mater was my elder sister. You'll find it works out all right. Look here.
He played cricket moderately well, did his share of compulsory fielding at the First Eleven net, and went for frequent river excursions with Monk, Danvers, and the rest of the Mob. At first the other juniors of the House were inclined to resent this extending of the right hand of fellowship to owners of studies and Second Eleven men, and attempted to make Farnie see the sin and folly of his ways.
Monk was coming downstairs from his study with Danvers, and Farnie was leaving the fags' day-room. 'See that kid? said Danvers. 'That's the chap I was telling you about. Gethryn's uncle, you know. 'Not really? Let's cultivate him.
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