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Play bridge with your old pals, or don't play, just as you please." No more was said. Scaife's manner rather than his matter confounded the younger and less experienced boy. Scaife, too, tackled problems which many men prefer to leave alone. Here heredity cropped up. Scaife's sire and grandsire were earning their bread before they were sixteen.
And then Scaife chipped in, 'Look here, Caesar, he said, 'do I understand that you put this thing, which after all is none of your business or mine, as a favour which Lovell might do you? And Caesar answered, 'You can put it that way, if you like, Demon. And then Scaife laughed. I don't like Scaife's laugh, Jonathan." "I loathe it," said John.
Scaife made Desmond a present of the very best maps obtainable, and nailed them on the wall above the mantelpiece, pulling down a fine engraving which John had given to Desmond about a year before. Desmond uttered no protest. The engraving was bundled out of sight behind a sofa. And after Scaife's departure, Desmond talked of him continually, and always with enthusiasm.
"All the same, we can't call either the Duffer or Fluff David, can we?" "I was not thinking of Kinloch or Duff," said Scaife, staring hard at John. And John alone knew that Scaife read him like a book, in which he was contemptuously amused nothing more. After that, as if Scaife's will were law, the others called John Jonathan.
That, to them, is the great attraction, apart from the contest between the rival schools. Some of these Olympians have been heard to say that Scaife's innings against weak bowling was no very meritorious performance, although the two "swipes," they admit, were parlous knocks.
Next door there was a new house building which would give good cover for observation, and the villa on the other side was to let, and its garden was rough and shrubby. I borrowed Scaife's telescope, and before lunch went for a walk along the Ruff. I kept well behind the rows of villas, and found a good observation point on the edge of the golf-course.
He had stayed on to play at Lord's, and when he left Trieve would become the Head of the House a prospect very pleasing to the turbulent Fifth. About the middle of June John suffered a parlous blow. He was never so happy as when he was sitting in Scaife's room, cheek by jowl with Desmond, sharing, perhaps, a "dringer," poring over the same dictionary.
Scaife's upbringing, of which you shall know more presently, had been far different, and yet he, the cynic and the unclean, recognized the God in Harry Desmond.
Not for the first time, John realized Scaife's over-powering ability to achieve his own ends. Who, but Scaife, would have made fielding the principal object of his holiday practice? Within a fortnight, Scaife was put into the Sixth Form game. Desmond found himself thanks to Scaife playing in the First Fifth game; but John was placed in Second Fifth Beta.
"Hullo, Sep! We used to think you a slogger, but you never came anywhere near that smite of Scaife's." "I thought his smite was coming too near me," says the Rev. Sep, with a shrewd glance at the pavilion. "Lamper, old chap, I am glad to see your 'phiz' again." And so they stroll off together, mighty prelate and humble country parson, once again happy Harrow boys.
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