“Look here, Sarah,” said Langrish, as I entered for the first time after my disgrace of the previous day—I knew my comrades well enough to be sure they would like to see me—“we all know you’re about the beastliest, howlingest cad in Low Heath; so that’s all right.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“Yes, and you’ve been told to clear out, as it’s your fault Tempest’s expelled.”
“Is it? That’s all you know,” said I.
“Yes, and you’re kicked out of the Philosophers, and we’re going to invite Dicky Brown to join us. He’s a decent chap.”
This was rather a blow.
“I thought no town-boys were eligible.”
“No cads are; that’s why you’re out of it.”
“Look here—” said I.
“We’re not going to look here. You can cut and go, and sit on the stairs. We don’t want you in here, do we, you chaps?”