"The other houses despise us on their account. We're the Dervish Camp to
the rest."

"As for the niggers, they shall do something for Biffen's too," said
Acton, rather thoughtfully.

"You mean in the sing-songs? Well, they'll spare the burnt cork
certainly."

"Well, that's an idea too," said Acton, laughing, "but not the one I had.
That will keep."

Worcester might have some curiosity to know what Acton's idea was, but he
wasn't going to inquire anything about the niggers.

"It's awfully brickish of you, Worcester," said Acton, as Grim was heard
trotting up the corridor "to stand down."

"Not at all; the sacrifice is on your altar."

"Then _allons_. Here's Grim knocking, and I've to see Corker at 9.40.
You'll excuse me."

Grim came in and commenced to clear away, and the two sallied out.




CHAPTER IV