"No, he isn't, I wish he was," Learoyd continued. "This is what happened: Collier stayed in his rooms this afternoon to do his essay, but went to sleep, and never woke up until it was too late to do it, and then he remembered that you had one which wanted using so he read it to Edwardes at five o'clock. I wish to goodness he hadn't put it back in your rooms."
This was too much for me, and although Learoyd looked as miserable as ever, I had to laugh.
"You wouldn't be so amused if you were in for the row I am," he said, "they will probably take away my exhibition."
"I am in for exactly the same row," I answered. "I tried to read that essay to Edwardes after dinner, and he looked as if he was going to have a fit. I was out of the room in no time."
Then Learoyd and I just sat for two or three minutes and laughed until he felt ever so much better.
"What are we to do next?" he asked. "After all, it was your essay."
"It was no wonder Edwardes jumped about," I said, "I thought he was mad."
"So did I, until I saw Collier. But what are we to do?"
"You say you are in a fairly tight hole," I replied.
"Yes," he said, "I have been in for row after row all this term."