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But really, I suppose, very hard to live with. It must have been quite a release for poor Sir Fenleigh." "She didn't seem in mourning," said Lydia. "Has he been dead long?" "Why, he isn't dead at all! He is what you call a grass-widower. The best soul in the world, everybody says, and very, very fond of her; but she couldn't stand it; he was too good, don't you understand?
Fenleigh J., who had been smarting under that "Leave it till you've left school," chuckled with delight, and began to think that he liked Helen quite as much as Barbara. At length, when Raymond had finished his cigarette, the voyagers rose to return to the boat.
Our hero had finished his meal, and was cleaning his rifle, when he was accosted by Joe Crouch. "I say, Mr. Fenleigh wants to see you. He's over there by the guns." Valentine was standing talking to some of his fellow-officers. He turned away from the group as he saw his cousin approaching, and the latter halted and accorded him the customary salute.
"Jack Fenleigh, you know something; come on, let's have it." Jack had a good voice, and with Mead extracting fearful groans and growls out of the harmonium, he started off on the first verse of "The Mermaid," a song which he was destined in after years to sing under strangely different circumstances:
"Never mind," answered Jack stoutly; "he won't interfere with us." The man, who had reeled into the hedge, suddenly staggered back into the middle of the road, and stood there barring the way. "'Ello! Misser Fenleigh," he began, "'ow're you to-night, sir?" Jack stared at the speaker in astonishment, and then recognized him as the same man who had spoken to them in Melchester.
Most of the boys had arrived on the Monday evening, but Valentine Fenleigh did not come back until the following morning. According to a promise made to his aunt before leaving Brenlands, one of the first things he did was to inquire after his cousin. "Yes," said one of his classmates, "there is a new chap by the name of Fenleigh, but I don't know what he's like.
"Look here, Tinkleby, we don't want any more of your silly foolery, so just stop it." "My dear sir, I'm doing nothing." "Well, why did you begin?" "If you mean my having dropped off to sleep, I'm very sorry; but really there's something in the air of the place " "Haw-r-r-r-r-ratch," interposed Jack Fenleigh. Redbrook rose from his chair, boiling with wrath. "Just clear out!" he cried.
"I thought she would; she's got such a way of making people do what she wants. I am glad you are going; you'll enjoy it awfully." Fenleigh J. regarded the speaker for a moment with rather a curious glance.
"Good afternoon," answered Jack shortly, stepping out into the road. The stranger turned and walked at their side. "You may not remember me, gents, but I'm Ned Hanks." "I don't care who you are," answered Valentine; "I don't know you." "Oh, but I know you, sir; it's Mr. Fenleigh I'm a-talking to. I thought, perhaps, you might like to stand me a drink."
Jack Fenleigh, however, absolutely refused to return from the land of dreams. He was shaken, pinched, and pommelled, but all to no purpose; his snores only became louder, and the style more fantastic. Meanwhile a heated altercation was going on between the chairman and the president of the Fifth Form Literary Society.
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