My mother looked up, and Warminster meekly surrendered the book.
“‘—Stop the noise. The club then adjourned, all except Sarah, who hung on, contrary to the rules, and is hereby fined 2 shillings 6 pence.’”
“Oh, I say,” protested I, “that’s rather rough, isn’t it?”
“‘But,’” proceeded Langrish, “‘owing to his mother coming up to buy him off, he is hereby let off with a fie— I mean a warning.’”
“Thank you so much,” said my mother, gratefully.
“‘When we thought he was pretty well warmed up, we sent Tempest in to fish him out, which he accordingly did, and is hereby elected honorary porter to the club, and is backed to win the Mile.’”
“That’s the least he deserves, surely,” said my mother, with feeling.
“‘Sarah, owing to this unprincipled conduct, has been suspended for a month, and the club hereby hopes some day not far off to see him sus—’ no, that’s wrong—I mean—”
“Hung,” suggested Trimble, in an audible whisper.
“Order—turn him out for saying hung, instead of hanged,” said the president.