Rouse eyed him good-humouredly.
“Did the Headmaster give you a note?”
“No, he didn’t. He said you were to go to his room directly you came in and wait there till he came back.”
Rouse shook his head sadly.
“I wonder if he knows that in my present condition I shall leave a pool of water wherever I stand?” said he. “It seems such a pity to spoil his carpet, doesn’t it? Besides, I shall sneeze so. And sneezing always makes him cross.”
Roe looked him slowly up and down with his pig-like eyes.
“The fact is,” said he, with ill-concealed delight, “you’re in for it.”
“If you mean to imply,” said Rouse, “that the Head is getting up a raffle, let me say that you are mistaken. I shall not be in for it.”
There was a moment’s pause.
“All right,” said Roe at last. “I’ve told you, haven’t I?”