I shall cut it if I can; shan't you ?" "Mr Rimbolt wants me to come into the drawing-room after dinner," said Jeffreys.
"All serene! That won't be till nine.

Come up to Putney, and have a row on the river this afternoon." Percy was an enthusiastic oarsman, and many an afternoon Jeffreys and he, flying from the crowd, had spent on the grand old Thames.

Jeffreys enjoyed it as much as he, and no one, seeing the boy and his tutor together in their pair-oar, would have imagined that the broader of the two was that ungainly lout who had once been an object of derision in the Bolsover meadows.
The party that evening was, as Percy predicted, a very large one, and Jeffreys had the discomfort of recognising a few of the guests who last autumn had helped to make his position so painful.
They, to do them justice, did not now add to his discomfort by recognising him.

Even the lady who had given him that half-crown appeared wholly to have forgotten the object of her charity.
What, however, made him most uncomfortable was the sight of Mrs Scarfe, and hearing her say to Percy, "Edward is coming on Saturday, Percy; he is looking forward with such pleasure to taking you about to see the University sports and the Boat Race.

Your dear mamma has kindly asked two of his college friends to come too, so you will be quite a merry quartette." Jeffreys had nearly forgotten Scarfe's existence of late.