Do be quiet." "Oh, go to Bath!" shouted Thurston.--"It's only that old stew-pot Browse," he added.

"The beggar's got the next study, and he's cramming up for some 'exam.'-- Go on, Gull." The entertainment continued, and waxed more noisy than ever, the performers hammering the table with a ruler and two walking-sticks to add zest to the choruses.
Soon there came another interruption, very different in tone from the mild expostulation of the studious Browse.

The door was violently shaken, and from without came the sharp, peremptory order of the school captain,-- "Look here, Thurston, just shut up; we've had enough of this horrible row for one night.

Stop it, d'you hear ?" "All right," growled the owner of the study; "keep your hair on, old fellow!" "Sh! steady on, Thirsty," said Fletcher, in a low tone.

"Don't go too far, or he'll put a stop to our next merry meeting.