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Verdant Green immediately disappeared in search of his scout, Filcher. Five minutes afterwards, as the dejected Mr. Pucker was crawling out of the quad, Filcher came and led him back to the rooms of Mr. Slowcoach, the real examining tutor. "But I have been examined," Mr. Pucker kept on saying dejectedly. "I have been examined, and they rejected me." "I think it was an 'oax, sir," said Filcher.
"No, it ain't: and never will," squealed Dick angrily "It's a vile 'oax; and you ought to be ashamed of yourself bringing it into a respectable shop." Alfred silenced him, and told Sarah he thought Miss Dodd ought to know the nature of this prescription before it went round the chemists. He borrowed paper of Dick and wrote: "Mr.
But Filcher was alarmed at the joyful way in which he rushed out of the tutor's room. "You didn't tell 'im about the 'oax, sir, did yer?" asked the scout anxiously. "Not a word," said the radiant Mr. Pucker. "Then you're a trump, sir!" said Filcher. "And Mr. Verdant Green's compliments to yer, sir, and will you come up to his rooms and take a glass of wine with him, sir?"
"A what!" stammered Mr. Pucker. "A 'oax a sell," said the scout. "Those two gents has been 'aving a little game with you, sir. They often does it with fresh parties like you, sir, that seem fresh and hinnocent like." Mr. Pucker was immensely relieved at this news, and at once went to Mr. Slowcoach, who, after an examination of twenty minutes, passed him.
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