I thought he certainly had. For being aware he wrote the whole book himself, and tacked his patron’s name to it, I began to suspect shrewdly he had been franked at College as hush-money, the book being a dead failure.
And so I told the good old Master next day, who slapped his thigh and chuckled, and then scolded me for an impudent truth-speaking fellow who would come to ruin by his honesty.
I assured him that I should tell no one but him, having discovered at Hover that the wisdom of the serpent was compatible with the innocence of the dove, and that I expected to need both in my dealing with Mr. Halidane.
‘Why, I understood that he was an intimate friend of yours. He told me that your being here was one of the main reasons for his choosing this College. He entreated humbly to be allowed rooms as near you as possible. So—as he came with the highest recommendations from Lord Longmoor—we have put him just over your head!’
I groaned audibly.
‘What’s the matter? He is not given to playing skittles, or practising the fiddle at midnight, is he?’
‘Heavens, no!’
But I groaned again, at the thought of having Halidane tied to me, riding me pick-a-back as the Old Man of the Sea did Sindbad, for three years to come. In explanation I told the Master a good deal of what I knew. About Nellie, however, I still said not one word.
The Master smiled mischievously.
‘I suspect the object of his sudden conversion from sectarianism is one of my lord’s fat livings. You may see him a bishop yet, Brownlow, for a poor opinion of his own merits will never stand in the way of his promotion.—Well, I will keep my eye on this promising convert to the Church of England as by Law Established, meanwhile—and you may do the same if you like.’