He was too dazed to argue the matter, and too much disturbed by Pledge's apparent knowledge of the scrape which was weighing on him and his friends to care to run the risk of offending him just now.
As he was creeping across the Quadrangle, a door opened, and Mansfield confronted him.
"Where are you going ?" "To the post.

Pledge gave me leave." "Go back to your room," said Mansfield, shutting the door.
"He's forgotten to give me lines," said Georgie to himself.

"By Jove! I hope he's not going to send me up to Winter!" To Georgie's surprise, he got neither lines nor a message to go to Dr Winter.

But, as he was about to retire to rest, he received a summons from the Captain to go and speak with him in his study.
His sentence was as short as it was astounding "Heathcote, in future you fag for Swinstead, not Pledge.

Good-night.".