He was evidently not at home in the school precincts, and, with my usual modesty, I felt he had come to the right source for information.
"Do you belong to Mr Sharpe's house, young gentleman ?" said he, with a respectful nod which quite captivated me.
"Yes.

Who do you want ?" "I want to see Mr Tempest very particular." "Oh, he's up in his room.

Wait a bit till the bell rings, and he'll come out." So Mr Marple and I stopped and chatted about the holidays, which were to begin in a day or two, and the football matches and the river.
"You know Mr Tempest pretty well ?" said he.
"Rather; I'm his fag, you know." "A nice gentleman, I fancy.

Pretty well off, eh ?" "Oh no.

He's a swell, but his people are poor, I know." "Oh, indeed.