“I cannot,” said poor Louis.
“Now I know you're too good-natured to let me lose this afternoon's fun. Come, you might have told me half.”
And against his better judgment, Louis spent half an hour in hearing this idle youth a lesson, which, with a little extra trouble he might easily have mastered himself in three quarters of an hour.
“Thank you, Louis, you're a capital fellow; I know it now, don't I?”
“I think so,” replied Louis; “and now you must not talk to me.”
“What are you doing?” said Churchill, looking at his book; “oh, ‘Kenrick's Greek Exercises.’ If I can't tell you, I can help you to something that will. Here's a key.” As he spoke, he took down the identical book taken from Harrison on the day of Louis' arrival, and threw it on the table before him.
“Is that a key?” asked Louis, opening the book; “put it back, Harry, I cannot use it.”
“Why not?”
“It would not be right. Oh no! I will not, Churchill; put it up.”
“How precise you are!” said Churchill; “it's quite a common thing for those who can get them—Thompson and Harcourt always use one.”