And Hasluck at once consented.
CHAPTER XII
THE FORUM
"Meeting of the Fifth in the Forum."
The whisper had travelled from form to form, and, as invariably happened, conjecture was busy as to what the meeting of the Fifth could be for.
"It's a breach-of-promise case they've got on!" said Freddy Plunger confidentially to half a dozen members of the Third who had been discussing the event.
"Breach of promise?" repeated Baldry. "None of your gammon, Freddy!"
"Fact! Haven't you heard? One of the freshers has been making desperate love to the matron—giving her his portrait, with his love, and that sort of thing. You wouldn't wonder at it from an old stager like you, Baldry, or Sedgeley; but from a fresher—well, it's awful, isn't it? What's the school coming to—that's what I should like to know?"
Harry Moncrief blushed to the roots of his hair as the boys standing round Plunger turned to him and tittered.