Tales of St. Austin's by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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fell upon him. It is maddening to listen to a person laughing and not
to know the joke. 'You will be allowed two hours for this paper,' said Mellish on the following afternoon, as he returned to his desk after distributing the Thucydides questions. 'At five minutes to four I shall begin to collect your papers, but those who wish may go on till ten past. Write only on one side of the paper, and put your names in the top right-hand corner. Marks will be given for neatness. Any boy whom I see looking at his neighbour's--_where's Bradshaw?_' It was already five minutes past the hour. The latest of the late always had the decency to appear at least by three minutes past. 'Has anybody seen Bradshaw?' repeated Mellish. 'You, what's-your-name--' (I am what's-your-name, very much at your service) '--you are in his House. Have you seen him?' I could have pointed out with some pleasure at this juncture that if Cain expressed indignation at being asked where his brother was, I, by a simple sum in proportion, might with even greater justice feel annoyed at having to locate a person who was no relative of mine at all. Did Mr Mellish expect me to keep an eye on every member of my House? Did Mr Mellish--in short, what did he mean by it? This was what I thought. I said, 'No, sir.' 'This is extraordinary,' said Mellish, 'most extraordinary. Why, the boy was in school this morning.' |
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