"They were more civil to you after that?"
"My oath!" said Herbert complacently. "Those Eton jokers kicked up hell's delight! Stanley Dromard shook hands with me between the wickets, and said I ought to be going up to Trinity; but he's a real good sportsman, with less side than you'd think. His governor, the earl, congratulated me in person—you bet I felt it down my marrow! He wants to know how it is I'm not playing for the Australians. The only man who didn't say a word to me was that dam' fool Manister."
"Ah, he was on the ground, then?"
"He turned up as I went in; and when I came out he didn't look at me. Who the blazes does he think he is? I'm as good a man as him, though I'm a larrikin and he's a twopenny lord. I don't care what he is, I had the bulge over him to-day—he made four!"
"Perhaps someone else has had the bulge over him, too," suggested Erskine gently.
"Has someone?"
Erskine nodded.
"Our Tiny?"
"Yes; he has asked her to marry him, and she has refused him on the spot."
Herbert shot out of his chair.