Clapperton." This important epistle accomplished, he shouted for his fag to come and convey it to its destination.
It was not till after several calls, on an increasing scale of peremptoriness, that Master Percy condescended to appear.

When he did, he was covered with dost from head to foot, and his face, what could be seen of it, was visibly lopsided.
"Why don't you come when you're called?
Whatever have you been up to-- fighting ?" "Rather not," said Percy, "only boxing.

You see, it was this way; Cottle brought a pair of gloves up this term, and young Lickford had an old pair; so we three and Ramshaw have been having an eight-handed mill.
It was rather jolly; only Ramshaw and Lickford had the old gloves on, and they've all the horse-hair out, so Cottle and I got it rather hot on the face.

But we took it out of them with our body blows--above the belt, you know--not awfully above.

I couldn't come when you called, because we were wrestling out one of the rounds.