He actually spent a whole day in the college library, making out a list of all the athletic divines in history since the creation of the world, the which he hurled triumphantly at his good relations' heads as an unanswerable challenge.

But, however satisfactory it may have been to Jim, it failed to convince them, and neither party being disposed to give in, the feud in this particular had become chronic.
All this Jim contrived to impart to George (for lack of better conversation) in the course of a short walk previous to the breakfast in his rooms, to which he was leading his new acquaintance a captive.
"I suppose we shall have it all opened again now," he remarked, "for you may have seen that my name is down to play in the football-match against Sandhurst." "I never read the athletic intelligence in the papers," said George.
"Well, my uncle and aunt do.

The names were actually printed in the _Times_, and I shall be greatly surprised if I don't find a letter or telegram when I get back to my rooms.

We may as well beat to quarters, though, or the fellows will be waiting." "You didn't tell me anyone else was to be there," said George reproachfully, suddenly stopping short, "I can't come!" "Stuff and nonsense," said Jim; "they won't eat you!" "Halliday," said George, hurriedly, "I'm much obliged to you for asking me, but I have made a rule, as I tell you, never to go out, and I've told you the reason." "An utterly rubbishing reason!" put in Jim.
"I promised to come with you because I thought there would be only us two; but I really can't come if there are more." "My dear fellow," said Jim good-humouredly, "anyone else would be offended with you.

Why, you're a regular bear." "I know it's very rude of me," said George, feeling and looking very uncomfortable, "and I don't want to be that." "Of course you don't; so come along.