"My door opens inwards!" Dangle coloured up with confusion and stammered-- "I--I thought it--I suppose I was wrong." "I think so," said the doctor frigidly.

"Thank you, boys, I needn't keep you longer at present." "You idiot!" said Clapperton, as he and the discomfited Dangle walked back to Forder's.

"You've made a precious mess of it, and made the whole house ridiculous.

Why couldn't you let it alone?
You've mulled everything you've put your finger into this term." "Look here, Clapperton," said Dangle, in a white heat, "I've stood a lot from you this term--a jolly lot.

I've done your dirty work, and--" "What do you mean?
What dirty work have I asked you to do ?" "Plenty that you've not had the pluck to do yourself." "I dare you to repeat it, you liar!" "You shall do your own in future, I know that." "Dangle, hold your tongue, you cad!" "I shall do nothing of the kind, you snob!" Whereupon ensued the most wonderful spectacle of the half, a fight between Clapperton and Dangle.