In a tone plainly directed at him, he said: 'Well, Harry, tired of this? The agriculturals are good fun, but I can't stand much of the small cockney. A blackguard who tries to make jokes out of the Scriptures ought to be kicked!'
Harry rejoined, with wet lips: 'Wopping stuff, this ale! Who's that you want to kick?'
'Somebody who objects to his bray, I suppose,' Mr. Raikes struck in, across the table, negligently thrusting out his elbow to support his head.
'Did you allude to me, sir?' Laxley inquired.
'I alluded to a donkey, sir.' Raikes lifted his eyelids to the same level as Laxley's: 'a passing remark on that interesting animal.'
His friend Harry now came into the ring to try a fall.
'Are you an usher in a school?' he asked, meaning by his looks what men of science in fisticuffs call business.
Mr. Raikes started in amazement. He recovered as quickly.
'No, sir, not quite; but I have no doubt I should be able to instruct you upon a point or two.'
'Good manners, for instance?' remarked the third young cricketer, without disturbing his habitual smile.