The Pothunters by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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The Mutual Friend really was a trial to Vaughan and Dallas. Only those whose fate it is or has been to share a study with an uncongenial companion can appreciate their feelings to the full. Three in a study is always something of a tight fit, and when the three are in a state of perpetual warfare, or, at the best, of armed truce, things become very bad indeed. 'Do you find it necessary to have tea-parties every evening?' enquired Plunkett, after he had collected his books for the night's work. 'The smell of burnt meat--' 'Fried sausages,' said Vaughan. 'Perfectly healthy smell. Do you good.' 'It's quite disgusting. Really, the air in here is hardly fit to breathe.' 'You'll find an excellent brand of air down in the senior study,' said Dallas, pointedly. 'Don't stay and poison yourself here on _our_ account,' he added. 'Think of your family.' 'I shall work where I choose,' said the Mutual Friend, with dignity. 'Of course, so long as you do work. You mustn't talk. Vaughan and I have got some Livy to do.' Plunkett snorted, and the passage of arms ended, as it usually did, in his retiring with his books to the senior study, leaving Dallas and Vaughan to discuss his character once more in case there might be any points of it left upon which they had not touched in previous |
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