"That man Stanning has come in. He's getting the senior day-room to rag Sheen's study."
"What!"
Linton repeated his statement.
"Does the man think he owns the house?" said Drummond. "Where is he?"
"Coming up now. I hear them. What are you going to do? Stop them?"
"What do you think? Of course I am. I'm not going to have any of Appleby's crew coming into Seymour's and ragging studies."
"This ought to be worth seeing," said Linton. "Look on me as 'Charles, his friend'. I'll help if you want me, but it's your scene."
Drummond opened his door just as Stanning and his myrmidons were passing it.
"Hullo, Stanning," he said.
Stanning turned. The punitive expedition stopped.