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"Phew!!!" whistled Kennedy, thoroughly disgusted at language which was as new to him as it was distasteful; and, to relieve his feelings, he abandoned the conversation to Julian, and began to turn over the books on the table. Julian, however, seemed quite disinclined to enter into the question, and after a pause, Hazlet, gracefully waiving his little triumph, asked him with a peculiar unction
Hazlet had been able to play draughts pretty well, so Julian got out a board and challenged him to a game, but instead of playing, Hazlet only scrabbled on the board, and pushed the pieces about in a meaningless confusion, while every now and then the sullen glare came into his eye which showed Julian the necessity of being on his guard if self-defence should be needed.
The restlessness which had prevented him from doing the paper, the half sullen silence through the day, the horse-whipping of Brogten, the second outburst of unchecked feeling at the loss of the scholarship, and finally, this treatment of Hazlet, caused Lillyston a deep regret that his friend should have strayed so widely from his usual calm and manly course.
He held him tight for a minute or two, although Hazlet struggled so fiercely that it was no easy task, and then quietly forced him into a chair, and spoke to him in a firm authoritative voice "No mischief, Hazlet; we shan't allow it. Now listen to me: you must go to bed." The tone of voice and the strength of will which characterised Lillyston's proceedings, awed Hazlet into submission.
Kennedy played often now, but he certainly did feel a qualm of intense and irrepressible disgust as, with great surprise, he found himself vis a vis with the spectacled visage of Jedediah Hazlet. "But how shall I get my exeat to go to London?" said Hazlet. "Oh, say a particular friend has invited you to spend the Sunday with him. Say you want to hear Starfish preach."
Lillyston, always a firm and faithful friend, was grieved to the soul to hear of Julian's condition; for, without believing half that Hazlet said, it was at least clear that Julian had shown some violence, and, if Hazlet was to be trusted, "had sworn at him in a manner perfectly awful." What had come over Julian of late?
"Oh, yes," said Julian, "that's a compatriot of mine named Hazlet; a very good fellow, I believe, though rather obtrusive perhaps." "Good morning, Home," said Hazlet, in a measured and sanctified tone, as he entered the room and sat down. Kennedy glanced impatiently at the Aeschylus. "Ah! I see you're engaged on that heathen poet.
But when it came to asking De Vayne, he simply replied to Brogten's suggestion flatly: "I will not." "Won't you? but why?" "Why? because I suspect you and that fellow Bruce of wishing to treat him as you treated Hazlet." "I've no designs against him whatever." "Well, I won't ask him, that's flat." "Whew-ew-ew-ew-ew!"
"Your time is valuable, Home particularly just now. Mine is all but worthless. At any rate I have no special work as you have, and I can take care of poor Hazlet very well." "Oh, no," said Julian; "I mustn't shrink from the duty I have undertaken, and besides you'll find it very dull and unpleasant work." "Never mind that.
Bruce had hinted to him that his usual garb might look a little formal and odd at a theatre, and had persuaded him to come to his own egregious Camford tailor, Mr Fitfop, who, as a particular favour to his customer Bruce, produced with suspicious celerity the cut-away coat and mauve-coloured pegtops, in which unwonted splendour Hazlet was now arrayed.
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