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Updated: June 10, 2025
"You won't fight, then?" said Tom by way of farewell. "Some day." "All right. Coward! Good-bye, Mr Roger Ingleton, major!" Having relieved himself of which appropriate sentiment, Tom felt decidedly better, and walked his bicycle down the hill, determined to keep clear of Maxfield till the evening. Mr Ratman, somewhat ruffled, but on the whole cheerful, swaggered on to his destination.
And he snatched her hand. Rosalind looked up, and as she did so she caught a distant vision of an eye-glass dropping from a gentleman's eye to the length of its cord. A moment after, Mr Ratman felt a hand close like a vice on his collar and himself almost lifted from the room.
Mr Ratman, later in the day, appeared with a decidedly marred visage, and announced with the best grace he could that an important business letter that morning necessitated his return to London. In private he explained himself more fully to his host.
It was all done so quickly that the quadrille party were only just becoming aware that a couple had dropped out; and the non-dancers were beginning to wonder if Miss Oliphant had been taken poorly, when Robert Ratman was writhing in the clutches of his chastiser in the hall. Mr Armstrong marched straight with his prey to the kitchen. "Raffles," said he to the footman, "get me a horsewhip."
"Touch me if you dare!" growled Ratman; "it will be the worse for you and every one. Do you know who I am! I'm I'm," here he pulled himself up and glared his enemy in the face "I'm Roger Ingleton!" It spoke worlds for the tutor's self-possession that in the start produced by this announcement he did not let his victim escape.
I never expected to see a nephew of mine again. Why, how long is it, now, since I went over? Thirty-seven years if it's a day." "I can't remember that," said Ratman tentatively. "Seeing you weren't born, you'd find it hard," said Mr Headland. "But, say, by all accounts you were a troublesome boy."
As the reader has already been told, Mr Ratman retained some of the traces of a handsome youth. The fires of honour and sobriety were extinguished, but his well-shaped head and clear-cut features still weathered the storm, and suggested that if their owner was not good- looking now, he might once have been.
And the young bruiser, who had an uncommonly broad pair of shoulders, looked so threatening that Mr Ratman began to feel a little concerned. "Ha, ha!" said he, "how well you do it! I always liked you, Tommy, my boy. I'll let your tutor know what a credit you are to him." "I wish to goodness Armstrong was at home," growled Tom; "he'd make you sit up."
"Anything more you have to say can just as well be said in Mr Pottinger's office to-morrow morning as here." "Thank you, sir," said Mr Ratman, with a snarl. "It is never pleasant to have to introduce oneself, but I am glad to have had the opportunity before this distinguished company. It is now the turn of the other side to move. If they want me they must find me.
"And that gentleman talking to Captain Oliphant? What relation is he?" "He? None at all. He's a Mr Ratman, an Indian friend of my guardian's." "Dear me! I quite thought he was an Ingleton by his face but I'm glad he is not; I dislike his appearance. Besides, he has already had more than is good for him." "He's no great favourite," said Roger shortly.
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