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He had made fifty-one in his best manner, and the School, leaving the form-rooms at the exact moment when the fatal ball was being bowled, were just in time to applaud him and realize what they had missed. Gethryn's desire for his hat was not so pressing as to make him deprive himself of the pleasure of seeing Marriott at the wickets. Marriott ought to do something special today.
Ruth thoughtlessly slipped after him and murmured over his shoulder: "Friend of yours?" Gethryn's fists unclenched and came out of his pockets and he and Ruth went away together, laughing under the trees. Mr Blumenthal stood where Rex had left him, holding out the bait-box and gazing after them. Then he turned and looked at the colonel and his wife.
Perhaps he was his own hardest critic, but it was certain that the old, simple honesty, the subtle purity, the almost pathetic effort to tell the truth with paint and brush, had nearly disappeared from Gethryn's canvases during the last eight months, and had given place to a fierce and almost startling brilliancy, never, perhaps, hitting, but always threatening some brutal note of discord.
She lay in a cloud of fleecy wrappings on a lounge that was covered with a great white bearskin. Her blue eyes met Gethryn's, and he smiled faintly. She spoke again: "Will Monsieur sit a little nearer? It is difficult to speak loudly I have so little strength." Gethryn walked over to the sofa and half unconsciously sank down on the rug which fell on the floor by the invalid's side.
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.
But neither the triumvirate nor the others had been to the "Menagerie" for over a fortnight, when Rowden, feeling it incumbent upon him to return some of Gethryn's hospitality, issued very proper cards indeed they were very swell cards for the Latin Quarter for a "dinner," to be followed by a "quiet evening" at the Bal Masque at the Opera.
Pringle, on being consulted, gave the same opinion, and Norris was convinced. The list went up that afternoon, and for the first time since the M.C.C. match Gethryn's name appeared in its usual place. 'Norris is learning wisdom in his old age, said Marriott to the Bishop, as they walked over to the House that evening.
He had contributed eighty-one to a total of two hundred and thirteen. So far Gethryn's absence had not been noticed. But when the umpires had gone out, and the School were getting ready to take the field, inquiries were made. 'You might begin at the top end, Gosling, said Norris. 'Right, said Samuel. 'Who's going on at the other? 'Baynes. Hullo, where's Gethryn? 'Isn't he here?
Clifford's start had roused Gethryn, who stirred and slowly looked up; at the same moment, the girl, now very near, raised her head and Rex gazed full into the eyes of Yvonne. Her glance fell and the color flew to her temples. Gethryn's face lost all its color. "Pretty girl," drawled Clifford, "but what a dirty little beggar she lugs about with her."
Farnie, using his out-of-bounds adventures as a foundation, worked up a highly artistic narrative of doings, which, if they had actually been performed, would certainly have entailed expulsion. He had judged Gethryn's character correctly. If the matter had been simply a case for a flogging, the Bishop would have stood aside and let the thing go on.
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