Do you know the chap who asked me to tea ?" "No." "He's Pridgin--in the Eleven--makes beastly bad jokes, but not a bad chap.

You'll like fagging for him." "What--am I to fag ?" said I, undergoing another shock.

I had made quite sure exhibitioners were exempt from that indignity.
"There you go again.

What did I tell you ?" said Tempest, in tones of mild menace; "you're putting it on again already.

You'd better fish out that cane again, there's a good chap." "Oh, please don't--I didn't mean, Tempest! All right, I'll fag for him." Tempest regarded first me, then the cricket box where the cane lay, doubtfully.
"I tell you he's not half a bad chap.