Just then, the tall, thin boy pointed out to me a few minutes before as Burr major, came across in a bending, undulating way, with an open book in his hand, glanced up and down to see that the Doctor and his lieutenant were both occupied, and then slipped into the seat at our long desk on the other side of my neighbour, who did not give him time to speak, but began rapidly,—
“I say, this new chap says he’ll give you such a leathering if you shoot peas at him.”
“Eh? Like to see him begin,” said the fresh comer, with a contemptuous look at me. “I say, Senna T, you’re in for it.”
“What for?”
“Old Dicksee says you gave him some stuff last night, and it’s made him so bad he can’t learn his lessons. He’s going to tell the Doctor.”
“Gammon! What do you want?”
“Less talking there,” said Mr Rebble sharply.
“Hark at old Reb!” whispered the new-comer. “I say, we’re going to have a holiday to-day, ain’t we?”
“No such luck.”
“Oh, but we must! I’ve written this out. You’ll sign, won’t you?”