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Updated: June 9, 2025
It is rather a relief to me after speaking or writing. You know I have no great circuit to make. The farthest distance I have to walk is to Milby Church, and if ever I want a horse on a Sunday, I hire Radley's, who lives not many hundred yards from me.
There were stolen meetings held in many places, but most often at those two lodgings; and the little band seemed growing in strength daily, when a sudden tempest broke upon it, falling like a bolt from the blue. A meeting at Radley's house had broken up. Dalaber and Garret walked homewards in the dusk towards their quarters in St. Alban Hall.
What has become of the Frenchman, by the bye?" Dorian shrugged his shoulders. "I believe he married Lady Radley's maid, and has established her in Paris as an English dressmaker. Anglomania is very fashionable over there now, I hear. It seems silly of the French, doesn't it? But do you know? he was not at all a bad servant. I never liked him, but I had nothing to complain about.
"Did you find him in the right disposition?" "Yes, sir." It would not have been I if at this "Yes, sir" of Radley's my mind had not run up an irrelevant alley, in which I found myself wondering that Radley, who was always called "sir," should ever have to call anyone else "sir."
Do you remember you said in Radley's room all those hundreds of years ago that you wanted to be a country squire?" "Yes," answered I, with a quivering lip. "And Penny wanted to be a Tory.... And I wanted to lead the people. Oh, well. I'd like just to have known whether we won the war in the end. P'raps you'll know " "We're winning," said I feebly.
So it happened that, while the Emperors of Central Europe were whispering that the Day had come and the slaughter of the youth of Christendom might begin, there was a gathering in Radley's room of those insignificant people whose little doings you have watched at Kensingtowe. They were assembled to drink tea and discuss the match.
To nerve myself for any shock of disappointment I muttered monotonously some old words of Radley's: "Does it matter to a strong swimmer if the wave beats against him? Does it matter does it matter " Soon a roar of many voices was heard in the distance. The list was up. I could not tell whether they were cheering in triumph or groaning in dismay. Then someone ran along the corridor and burst in.
Within Radley's spacious class-room some twenty of us took our way to our desks. Radley mounted his low platform, and, resting his knuckles on his writing-table, gazed down upon us. He was a man of over six feet, with the shoulders, chest, and waist of a forcing batsman.
"What do you think, Doe?" said I. "Radley's making me sweat to get into the Team." A momentary pain and jealousy overspread Doe's face. Quickly passing, it gave place to a whimsical glance, as he rejoined: "What do you think? Honion's doing the same with me." "Look here, then," said I, as much despairingly as generously, "I'll stand down. You'll be fifty times better than I shall."
The Bramhallites recently organised a very successful punitive raid on the local errand boys, who were getting too uppish, and now he has stopped all "exeats" for the members of Bramhall House. The town is out of bounds. Third in importance is my quarrel with Edgar Doe. It began, I think, with his jealousy of me as Radley's new favourite.
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