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In reply, he understood Mr Riddell had been sent to Welch's in order to study the virtues of a fellow called Tucker, who was Mr Tucker, rising: Mr Chairman, I didn't put my question in order to be insulted by Crossfield or any one. Mr Crossfield. I apologise to the hon. gentleman. I will not insult him by supposing he has any virtues.
She scudded away to the jungle, and soon returned with some aromatic leaves. While they were infusing, Hazel came up, and, on being informed of Welch's fancy, made no opposition; but, on the contrary, said that such men had sometimes very happy inspirations. He tasted it, however, and said the smell was the best part of it, in his opinion. He then put it aside to cool for the sick man's use.
"And they say it's just as bad in Welch's," said Wakefield. "You know," said Parson, profoundly, pouring himself out a fresh cup "you know, if Riddell and Bloomfield ever took it into their heads to pull together, we'd have an awful time of it." The bare possibility of such a calamity was enough to sober even the wildest spirit present.
"Yes, but the thing is, Welch's is coming up to his level," says Bloomfield, "instead of his going down to Welch's." "I should say," says young Wyndham, blushing a little to hear his own voice before this imposing assembly, "all Willoughby's coming up to his level!" "The young 'un's right, though he is a Limpet," says Crossfield.
Besides, when all was said, it was his only chance, and therefore, whether he hoped anything or nothing, he must try it. He wandered about during the hour between first and second school with the idea of coming across his man in the quadrangle or the playground. He could not make up his mind to beard the lion in his den; indeed at present he had every reason to fight shy of Welch's.
Everybody's hand seemed to be against them, and they therefore didn't see why their hand shouldn't be against every one. It was this feeling which had prompted the assaults of which the youthful Parretts had come to complain, and which the Welchers distributed as impartially as possible among all their fellow Willoughbites. The fact was, Welch's was a bad house.
It was a strange thing to see Mr. Richard Shackford, who always had a pleasant word for a body, go by in that blind, excited fashion, striking one fist into the palm of the other hand, and talking to his own self! Mary Hennessey watched him until he wheeled out of Welch's Court, and then picking up her basket, which she had rested on the fence, went her way.
It was a melancholy spectacle, and far more calculated to excite pity than amusement. Bloomfield chafed and growled for some time, and then, unable to stand it any longer, went off in disgust, leaving the young reprobates to their fate. Scarcely less remarkable than the collapse of Parrett's was the steadiness of Welch's in the field.
Welch knew what he was talking about when he said he saw Whiteman to-day. I heard horses that was the noise. I am going down to Welch's, right away." They left and I was glad. I did not care whither they went, so they went. I was willing they should visit Welch, and the sooner the better.
The Welcher monitor was clever to a certain degree, and although he never chose to devote his cleverness to good purposes, he usually managed to get himself listened to when he chose to take the trouble. And at present, his peculiar position as the deposed head of Welch's gave a certain interest to what he had to say. Bitter enough it was.
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