I found him sitting in his room alone, but directly he saw me he jumped up and began to talk.
"I came to St. Cuthbert's to congratulate you," he began.
"It is a confounded swindle," I interrupted.
"But there was such a row in your rooms that I couldn't face it."
"I have never been so sick about anything in my life," I said; and he looked so miserable that in spite of the comfortable sensation of having got my blue I meant it.
"It was a vile knock for me, but I don't mind half so much now one of us is in. Your people will be most awfully glad."
"They will think the committee are mad to leave you out and put me in. It upsets things altogether."
"Pott's in his fourth year, and I must have another shot, that's all," he said.
"You are bound to get your cricket blue," I declared.
"When a man begins to miss getting in as I have done, he very often keeps on doing it," and he mentioned the names of two or three men who, with any luck, would have played both cricket and footer against Cambridge, but were never chosen. "Don't bother about me," he went on, "but get yourself as fit as possible, and play like blazes at Queen's Club; you will be doing me a good turn if you play well, because at present they have got an idea up here that Cliborough fellows can't play footer. I heard Adamson saying so."