He's a beast.

Come, go halves, old man." Of course Heathcote went halves, and enquired as he did so whether Dick had got any boots to clean.
"I've put the young 'un on to that," said Dick, rather grandly.

"I left him crying on them just now." "How many fags has Cresswell got ?" "Us two," said Dick, "at least I've not seen any more." "I believe I'm the only one Pledge has got." "Poor beggar! Thanks, Georgie.

Get next to me at chapel." And the two friends went each his own way.
Pledge seemed, on the whole, agreeably surprised to get as much as a quarter of a can of hot water; and Heathcote, as he polished up the lace boots, felt he had begun well.

His new master said little or nothing to him, as he put the study tidy, arranged the books, and got out the cup and saucer and coffee-pot ready for the senior's breakfast.
"Is there anything else ?" he asked as the chapel bell began to toll.
"No, that's all just now.