And he related his experiences. Grover laughed.
“That’s Ponsford all over,” said he. “He’s a fine fellow, but a bear. How do you like your quarters?”
“I’ve only just got into them, and really haven’t had time to look round. And, to tell the truth, for the last ten minutes or so I’ve been so interested in the scene below that I had forgotten what I was doing. There was a most amusing chariot race between a cab and an omnibus.”
Grover looked serious.
“I know,” said he. “I’m afraid there will be trouble about that. It’s as well, perhaps, you are not expected to know the chief offenders. One or two of them belong to your house.”
Railsford looked uncomfortable. It had not occurred to him till now that the proceeding which had so moved his interest and amusement was a breach of discipline.
“I hope I shall not be called upon to deal with it,” said he.
“No. I hear Ponsford has the matter in hand himself.”
And the friends went on to talk of other matters.
After a while Grover hastened away to his own house, leaving Railsford somewhat uneasy in his mind.