“The angles ABC and ABF are together greater than the angle CBF; and, similarly—”
Here the conversation was continued in language far more worthy of the disgraceful prize-ring than a college, until George could bear it no longer. He leapt from his seat and sprang to the window, which he opened. Leaning out, he surveyed the two disturbers of his peace with very little affection, but controlled himself sufficiently to say politely,—
“Would you mind not talking just here? I’m reading.”
One of the two scowled up at him, and replied,—
“What business is it of yours where we talk?”
“Come on, Fisher,” said the other, taking his arm; “let the man read if he wants; I suppose that’s the poor beggar who’s come to the ‘trap.’”
“He’s got a cool cheek of his own, whoever he is,” retorted the indignant Fisher.
George was too relieved to be rid of their clatter under his window to trouble himself as to their sentiments towards himself, and he therefore once again settled down to work.
But now a new interruption occurred.
There arose a sudden rush of feet outside his door, a laughing and a cheering, in the midst of which he caught the following confused utterances: