All these fellows seemed to be so thoroughly at home, and to know so exactly what to do; he wished he could do the same.
He wished, for instance, he could spin a fork round with his first finger and thumb while he talked, as Yorke, the captain, was doing.

He did once privately try, while he was not talking, but it was a dismal failure.

The fork fell with a great clatter to the floor and attracted general attraction his way.

He picked the weapon up with as easy an air as he could assume, whistling _sotto voce_ to himself as he did it, so as to appear unconcerned.
"Look out, I say; you mustn't whistle at meal-times, it's bad manners," said a voice at his side.
He turned round and perceived a pleasant-looking youth of the species junior, in a red tie and wrist studs to match.
This youth evidently knew what was what at Fellsgarth; and a further glance at him convinced Fisher minor that he had met him in a good hour.
For all dinner-time he had been exercised as to whether it was the thing to wear the jacket opened or buttoned.

Yorke wore his buttoned, so did a good many of the Sixth; and Fisher minor had consequently buttoned up too.