“Rather, perhaps; but they can't resist it.”
“These bang-tailed little sinners any good?” said Drysdale, throwing some cock-a-bondies across the table.
“Yes; I never like to be without them, and a governor or two. Here, this is a well-tied lot,” said Tom, picking out half a-dozen. “You never know when you may not kill with either of them. But I don't know the Fairford water; so my opinion isn't worth much.”
Tom soon returned to the old topic.
“But now, Drysdale, you must know what a servitor is.”
“Why should I? Do you mean one of our college servitors?”
“Yes?”
“Oh, something in the upper-servant line. I should put him above the porter, and below the cook, and butler. He does the don's dirty work, and gets their broken victuals, and I believe he pays no college fees.”
Tom rather drew into himself at this insolent and offhand definition. He was astonished and hurt at the tone of his friend. However, presently, he resolved to go through with it, and began again.
“But servitors are gentlemen, I suppose?”