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Updated: May 28, 2025
He was asking after you. He says you've not been down since last Sat Hullo, Wren!" And here the poet caught sight of the captain. "So you've been down to the Cockchafer, have you?" inquired Wren. "Well. Oh, don't tell, Wren, I say. I don't often go. Ask Loman if I do. He's always there, and could easily tell if I went. Do I go often, Loman? Besides, I've given it up now!"
Loman rose and went for the book, which he found upon his bookcase, enjoying a dignified and dusty repose on the top shelf. Carefully brushing off the dust, so as to give the volume a rather less unused look, he returned with it to the class-room, and handed it to the Doctor. "Thank you, Loman. Now, it is in the Fourth no, the Fifth Satire," said he, turning over the pages.
Stephen acceded and landed, and Loman paddled on to the lock. "Hello, maister," called down a feeble old voice, as he got up to the gate. "Hullo, Jeff, is Cripps about?" replied Loman. "Yas; he be inside or somewheres, maister," replied the old lock-keeper. "All right! take the boat up; I want to see Cripps." Cripps was the son of the old man whom Loman had addressed as Jeff.
And the first group if we can call a single person a "group" is Loman. Loman began his holidays in anything but cheerful spirits. No one had seemed particularly sorry to say good-bye to him at Saint Dominic's, and a good many had been unmistakably glad. And he had quite enough on his mind, apart from this, to make his home-coming far less joyous than it might have been.
Loman, who since the last Dominican had not been on speaking terms with Pembury, did not vouchsafe a reply, "I do!" said Stephen, boldly. "Do you, really?" replied Pembury, looking round at the boy. "Perhaps you back yourself to talk when you're not spoken to, eh, Mr Greenhorn?" "Bravo! bravo! Well run, sir!
He dared not tell his troubles to his father, for he feared his upbraiding; and he would not confess them to his mother, for she, he knew, would tell all to his father. He still clung to the hope that all would come right in the end; and then what would have been gained by telling his parents all about it? The one thing was hard work and Loman came home determined to work.
You've no occasion to flurry yourself; we wouldn't have hurt a hair of the young gentleman's head. Ask Mr Loman." "Where's Loman?" demanded Oliver. "Gone," said Stephen. "But I say, Noll, do come away. I'll tell you all about it. Do come." Cripps laughed. "Don't you swallow all that young swell tells you. He's a nice boy, he is, but well, he'd better mind what he says, that's all!"
Though of course the captain's word was final, the two friends felt that they had not been quite fairly dealt with in the matter. They took no trouble to conceal what they thought from Loman himself, who seemed to derive considerable satisfaction from the fact, and to determine to keep his hand on the new boy quite as much for the sake of "scoring off" his rivals as on the fag's own account.
In other words, he left Loman to open the business as best he could. "I promised to come and tell you about the exam, didn't I?" "Eh? Oh, yes, to be sure. That was last Saturday. Upon my word, I'd quite forgotten." Of course Loman knew this was false; but he had to look pleasant and answer, "Well, you see, my memory was better than yours." "Right you are, young captain.
"Oh, of course I'll keep them, Cripps. What I was saying was that they don't pay you the money till the beginning of each year." Loman omitted to mention, as he had omitted to mention all along, that young gentlemen who win scholarships do not, as a rule, have the money they win put into their hands to do as they like with. But this was a trifling slip of the memory, of course!
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