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In the first moment of his discovery he had intended, figuratively speaking, to fall upon the prodigal's neck, and converse with him in the old, familiar style; but now, between Valentine Fenleigh, Esq., of the sex, and Private Fenleigh, of the Royal Blankshire, there was a great gulf fixed, and the latter, especially, seemed determined to recognize that the former conditions of their friendship could now no longer exist.
And with this reflection Fenleigh J. turned over and fell asleep.
In less than a fortnight's time he ought to have been with her again, and what would she think of him now? Dinner was over in the big hall, and most of the boys had started for the playing-field. Mr. Ward sat correcting exercises in the deserted Fifth Form classroom, when there was a knock at the door, and Valentine entered. "Well, Fenleigh," said the master kindly, "what do you want?"
"Why didn't you report him? What time did he return?" "I don't know, sir. I was asleep when he came back. He said he'd had leave to go out to tea." "Was any one else absent from any of the rooms? Very well. You may go. Redbrook, send Fenleigh J. to me at once." A minute or so later the culprit entered the room. "That's the young feller I want!" exclaimed the stranger.
"Oh, I don't mind that," answered the other; "I didn't want to come here, and I don't care if I'm sent going again." At this moment Garston joined them. "Hallo!" he said, "are you two related to each other? I never thought of your names being the same before. Cousins, eh? Well, look here, new Fenleigh, Pilson's on the war-path after you for burning his neck."
By this time they had reached the school-gates. "Look here," broke in Valentine, "don't you bother us any more, or we'll put a policeman on your track. I don't understand a word of what you've been saying, and " "Stop, stop, Fenleigh!" interrupted a deep voice. "What's the meaning of this, pray?" The two boys looked up and found they were standing in the presence of the headmaster.
Fenleigh J. of the Upper Fourth was a young gentleman not easily turned from his purpose, and, in spite of Valentine's warning and the entreaties of his girl cousins, he lowered himself down on to the ledge, and the next moment was buttoning his coat preparatory to making the attempt.
He would have been surprised to have seen that there were tears in her eyes when she walked out of the school gates, and still more astonished to know that it was love for his unworthy self which brought them there; for little did Fenleigh J. of the Upper Fourth imagine that any one would come so near to crying on his account.
"I didn't think of meeting you here, Mr. Fenleigh." Jack started and stared at the speaker in silent astonishment. "You remember me, sir? Joe Crouch." "What! Joe Crouch, who used to work at Brenlands?" "Yes, sir; Joe Crouch as stole the pears," answered the soldier, smiling. "I never expected to find you 'listin' in the army, sir. I suppose Miss Fenleigh ain't aware of what you're doin'?"
He said she must tell Lady Fenleigh about it, she was fond of picking up those curios; it would make any one's social fortune who could explain such a place intelligibly in London; when they got to having typical villages of the different civilizations at the international expositions, as no doubt they would, somebody must really send South Bradfield over.
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