A Prefect's Uncle by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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'Think he'd play if I put him down? Because, you know, I'm dashed if
I'm going to do any grovelling and that sort of thing.' 'Certain to, I should think. Anyhow, it's worth trying.' Pringle, on being consulted, gave the same opinion, and Norris was convinced. The list went up that afternoon, and for the first time since the M.C.C. match Gethryn's name appeared in its usual place. 'Norris is learning wisdom in his old age,' said Marriott to the Bishop, as they walked over to the House that evening. Leicester's were in the middle of their semi-final, and looked like winning it. 'I was just wondering what to do about it,' said Gethryn. 'What would you do? Play, do you think?' 'Play! My dear man, what else did you propose to do? You weren't thinking of refusing?' 'I was.' 'But, man! That's rank treason. If you're put down to play for the School you must play. There's no question about it. If Norris knocked you down with one hand and put you up on the board with the other, you'd have to play all the same. You mustn't have any feelings where the School is concerned. Nobody's ever refused to play in a first match. It's one of the things you can't do. Norris hasn't given you much of a time lately, I admit. Still, you must lump that. Excuse |
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