natured! I wonder whom Grey will crony with this half! Have you seen him and Dallas speak together yet? He cut the Doctor quite dead at Greek to-day."
"Why, Eardley! Eardley! there 's Grey walking round playing fields with Mallett!" halloed a sawney who was killing the half-holiday by looking out of the window.
"The devil! I say, Matthews, whose flute is that? It's a devilish handsome one!"
"It's Grey's! I clean it for him," squeaked a little boy. "He gives me sixpence a week!"
"Oh, you sneak!" said one.
"Cut him over!" said another.
"Roast him!" cried a third.
"Whom are you going to take the flute to?" asked a fourth.
"To Mallett," squeaked the little fellow; "Grey lends his flute to Mallett every day."—"Grey lend his flute to Mallett! The deuce he does! So Grey and Mallett are going to crony?"
