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Miss Pinwell wouldn't have me, though," she added in a tone of relief. "I'll wager she wouldn't," said Spiller dryly. "She'd be in mortal fear of the whole of her young ladies following your example and running away with the town sparks. Well, we'll see what can be done for you, Polly, though I fear me I'm going to have a sad pickle on my hands." "Oh, pray don't say that, Mr. Spiller.
Tell me, was it not you that Mr. Gay took under his wing? At the 'Maiden Head, wasn't it?" "Yes. I've much to thank Mr. Gay for and you as well, Mr. Spiller. You and your friends from the market saved me from a clawed face." "Why to be sure. That fury Sal Salisbury had her spurs on. She'd have half killed you but for us coming to the spot at the right time. But, child, what have you been doing?
It's likely as the young gentlewoman'll do as well as her, a careless, idle slut as don't know how to speak her words decently." Nor did Mr. Huddy, Lavinia thought. But this was nothing. The owner of a travelling play acting booth was as a rule an illiterate showman. "When do you rehearse 'The Orphan?" asked Spiller. "We're a-doing of it now.
"There are few pleasures," said Psmith, as he resumed his favorite position against the mantelpiece and surveyed the commandeered study with the pride of a householder, "keener to the reflective mind than sitting under one's own rooftree. This place would have been wasted on Spiller; he would not have appreciated it properly." Mike was finishing his tea.
Which I was reckoning that she being from foreign parts and the Islands the first place she've touched at, I might pick up a bravish order in the way of fresh milk and eggs, not to mention that Job Clemow sold me half-a-hundredweight of plaice, with a cod or two, that he took on the spiller yesterday."
Jellicoe, that human encyclopaedia, consulted on the probable movements of the enemy, deposed that Spiller, retiring at ten, would make for Dormitory One in the same passage, where Robinson also had a bed. The rest of the opposing forces were distributed among other and more distant rooms. It was probable, therefore, that Dormitory One would be the rendezvous.
Everybody who had any acquaintance with Clare Market knew Jem Spiller. So much so that a tavern there was called after him. "Faith, young madam, I've seen you before," said he. "Where, pray, was it?" "I've sung inside the 'Spiller's Head' more than once a year and more ago," returned Lavinia with the demure look which was so characteristic and at the same time so engaging.
"We shall be there, sir." "Capital!" "Please, sir " said Spiller. "One moment, Spiller," said Psmith. "There is just one other matter, if you could spare the time, sir." "Certainly, Smith. What is that?" "Would there be any objection to Jackson and myself taking Simpson's old study?" "By all means, Smith. A very good idea." "Yes, sir.
This enthusiasm is most capital." "Spiller, sir," said Psmith sadly, "I have been unable to induce to join." "Oh, he is one of our oldest members." "Ah," said Psmith, tolerantly, "that accounts for it." "Please, sir " said Spiller. "One moment, Spiller. We shall have the first outing of the term on Saturday. We intend to inspect the Roman Camp at Embury Hill, two miles from the school."
"Come on, you chaps," cried Spiller suddenly. There was an inward rush on the enemy's part, but Mike had been watching. He grabbed Spiller by the shoulders and ran him back against the advancing crowd. For a moment the doorway was blocked, then the weight and impetus of Mike and Spiller prevailed, the enemy gave back, and Mike, stepping into the room again, slammed the door and locked it.
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