"You were nicely scored off," Dennison said at last.
"I had a jolly good lunch," I replied.
"Dennison doesn't make a bad Subby, and I imitate his writing pretty well," Lambert said.
"The Subby himself must decide that, when he finds out who was ass enough to buy a beard like his."
This reduced them to silence again, until Lambert said that he did not see how anybody could find out.
"The Subby is much more wide-awake than you think. I wouldn't care to be in Dennison's place, he has just done the one thing which dons can't stand. However, the Subby is a rare good sort, and I shouldn't wonder if he let the thing drop, especially as it is the end of term," I said.
"You looked fairly sick this morning," Dennison remarked, but he was more vicious and less smiling than he had been at the beginning.
"You took me in all right," I acknowledged, "and I hope you won't hear any more about it."
"What did you tell the Subby?" he asked.
"Not much," and if he was fool enough to think that there was any chance of the Subby trying to find out anything, I thought I had better leave him to his doubts, so I went round to my rooms, and having got a straw-hat, I started off to see Fred; and fortunately I found him at Oriel trying to make his cricket-bag hold more things than it was meant to hold. He did not look particularly pleased to see me, but I have never yet met a man who can pack and be in a good temper at the same time.