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Updated: June 15, 2025
People say Oliver Greenfield is a rising man; if so, we may hear of him again. At any rate in the eyes of the admiring youngsters of Saint Dominic's he was a great man already. So was his friend Wraysford, a fellow of his college, and a "coach" for industrious undergraduates.
He coolly continued the "History of Saint Dominic's" begun last month by Bullinger, and the "Reports of the Sixth Form Debates" commenced by Tom Senior. And the "Diary of the Sixth Form Mouse" went on just as if Wraysford had never abandoned it; and the poem on the Guinea-pigs, promised in Number 1, by the author of "To a Tadpole," duly appeared also.
Stephen, overflowing with joy, and quite rickety with emotion, flew at his old friend, and, instead of kicking him, caught hold of his arm, and turning to his brother, cried, "Oh, Noll! isn't this prime? Why, here's old Wray " "That beast Wraysford," suggested the owner of the title; "do give a fellow his proper name, young 'un."
Some say he has a temper, and others that he is selfish; and generally he is not the most popular boy in Saint Dominic's. Wraysford, however, sticks to him through thick and thin, and declares that, so far from being ill-tempered and selfish, he is one of the best fellows in the school, and one of the cleverest. And Mr Wraysford is prepared to maintain his allegation at the point of the knuckle!
"And Pembury shall kill me," squealed the last comer, who had comforted himself with several crusts of plum-cakes and the dregs of about a dozen bottles of ginger-beer. And every one protested their willingness to die in the good cause. At this stage Oliver and Wraysford withdrew unobserved. "I'm afraid we've been eavesdropping," said Oliver.
It had been arranged, before breaking-up, that Oliver and Wraysford should spend the last week of the holiday together in rowing down the Thames from Oxford to London. Great was Stephen's joy and pride when one morning, near the appointed time, Oliver said to him, "Look here, Stee. How would you like to come with Wray and me next week?" "Like! wouldn't I rather!" shouted the small boy in ecstasy.
The gravity even of Pembury broke down at this, and the present conference of the Fifth ended without arriving at any nearer conclusion on the question which was perplexing it. Meanwhile, Oliver and Wraysford were in their study, talking over the event of the day. "I was certain how it would be, old boy," said Wraysford, genuinely delighted. "I wonder what the Fifth will say now?
"And I envy his prospects in the Fifth still less," said Ricketts. "If you take my advice," said Pembury, "you'll leave him pretty much to himself. Greenfield is a sort of fellow it's not easy to score off; and some of you would only make fools of yourselves if you tried to do it." Wraysford had stood by during this conversation, torn by conflicting emotions.
"Anyhow, I don't mean to take advantage of what I've heard." "What a young ruffian your brother is!" said Wraysford; "he looked tremendously in earnest!" "Yes, he always is. You'll find he'll keep his word far better than most of them." "If he does, I'm afraid Loman will make it unpleasant for him," said Wraysford. "Very likely." "Then you'll have to interfere."
"Why don't you go and ask the Doctor?" said Wraysford, laughing; "he'd be delighted to tell you." "What a humbug you are, Wray! I say, suppose we shut up work now and have a turn on the river. I'm certain it will do us more good than cracking our skulls here." "Just what I had been thinking. I'm game, and it can't make much difference." "I suppose Loman is grinding up to the last?"
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