“So he has, poor beggar. It’s rather humiliating to wait till he has licked his man before one takes his side; but upon my word, I’m as sick of it all as he is.”

“It is rather rough on fellows who aren’t allowed to do what they’ve a right to do,” said Yorke. “I say, have you anything special on after afternoon school?”

“No, why?”

“Only that I wish you’d come and have tea with me.”

Fullerton laughed.

“Bribery and corruption?” said he. “Anyhow, I’ll come.”


Chapter Twenty.

“Fama Volat.”