I'm the captain's fag, you know--old Riddell." "Mr Riddell is the captain, then ?" "Rather! Do you know him ?" Poor Miss Stringer! How sad it is, to be sure, when once we go astray.
She, the Griffin of Willoughby, was as much at the mercy of this honest unconscious fag as if he had caught her in the act of picking a pocket.
For how could she reveal herself now?
"I--I think I met him once," she said.
"Where?
at his home, was it ?" asked Telson, who seemed to be urged by a most fiendish curiosity on the subject.
"No," faltered the lady; "it was--er--I think it was at Dr Patrick's." "Very likely," said Telson.

"He was up there to tea, I know, just before he was made captain.

But I didn't know any one else was there except Paddy and his hyenas." "His what, sir!" exclaimed Miss Stringer, in a voice which nearly startled Telson off the sofa.
"I mean, you know, the fellows-- ?" "And where do you live at home ?" asked Miss Stringer, determined to steer clear of this awkward topic.
"Oh, London," said Telson; "do you know London ?" "Yes--it is indeed a wonderful place," said Miss Stringer, "and whereabouts does your father live ?" "Oh, my governor's in India," began Telson.
"Your who ?" said Miss Stringer, with a feeble attempt at severity.
"My dad, you know; and I live with my grandfather.

Jolly old boy.

He was at Willoughby when he was a boy.