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Don't cut and leave me in the lurch, I say. You're locking me in the boot-box! let me out I'm in for the mile, you know. Who's got my shoes? Pastor cum traheret per freta navibus. Well run, sir! He's giving out! I say, I say. I can't keep it up. I must stop. Clip, you put me up to it, old man. It'll never come out never never. He thinks it was Railsford, ho, ho! I'll never do such a thing again.
"I wish to hear the name from you, Arthur," repeated the master. "All right! Mark Railsford, Esquire, M.A. That's the name, isn't it?" Railsford started back in his chair as if he had been shot, and stared at the boy. "What! what do you say? Arthur had never seen acting like it. "All right, I tell you, it's safe with me, I'll keep it as dark as ditch-water."
Felgate nodded. "They are confiscated by the rules of the school," said Railsford. "They will be returned to you after breaking-up. I wish I were able to return them to you now, and rely on your honour not to repeat your offence." "I don't want them back," said Felgate, with a sneer. "You may smoke them yourself, sir." He repented of the insult before it had left his lips.
That's our case, only there's plenty more to be got out first. We'll trouble your lordship to bring the chap in not guilty, when it's all done." And he nodded knowingly to the jury. Railsford had sat and listened to all this in a state of the completest mystification.
Great therefore was his astonishment and delight when on the evening before the term holiday Railsford put his head into the study and said "Arthur, would you like to come to-morrow to the Field Club picnic at Wellham Abbey?" "Rather," said Arthur. "Very well; be ready at ten. I've ordered a tandem tricycle." Arthur was in ecstasy.
We're better off than that, besides being chummy with a baronet. Hullo! there's the bell for cubicles. Ta, ta. Je suis tres miserable. Your aff. Little dreaming of the sad blight which had come over his future young kinsman's life, Railsford was sitting in his room that Sunday evening, feeling rather more than usually comfortable. He had some cause to be pleased.
She much disliked the barefaced proposal for the testimonial, and had told her brother as much more than once. On the whole, she decided to send Arthur's letter and its enclosure to Railsford, and confide her perplexities to him.
His house had done better than anyone expected. They had beaten all the records but three, and, without being specially conceited, Railsford took to himself the credit of having done a good deal to bring about this satisfactory result.
Few persons at Grandcourt gave the captain of Railsford's house credit for being as honest as he was short-tempered, and as jealous for the honour of his house as he was short-sighted as to the best means of securing it. And yet Ainger was all this; and when he went to bed that night Railsford himself did not look forward more anxiously to the opening term than did his first lieutenant.
On his low narrow camp bed lay Branscombe, flushed, with eyes closed, tossing and moaning, and now and then talking to himself, Railsford started as his eyes fell on him. "He's ill!" he whispered to Mrs Phillips. "That's what I thought," observed the sagacious dame. Railsford knew little enough about medicine, and had never been ill himself in his life.
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