If you come to-morrow, you'll be in time for the last day of the Australian match at the Oval--Yours truly,-- "P.

Pledge." Heathcote jumped at the invitation.

An invitation from anybody would have been welcome just then, but to be asked by his own senior, in this unexpected way, was both tempting and flattering.
So he took the letter to his grandmother, and indulged in a glowing account of Pledge's virtues and merits.

The good lady, of course, gave her consent, and the very next day Georgie was in London.
The week slipped by in a round of pleasures for Heathcote.

Pledge, the spoiled child of wealthy parents, was pretty much his own master, and spared no pains to make his young protege at home, and gratify his every inclination.