He busied himself forthwith in his unpacking, and studiously avoided the window until daylight departed, and the court below became silent and deserted.
Just about four o'clock another knock sounded at his door, and Arthur Herapath presented himself, leading by the arm the tawny-haired hero of the chariot race.
"What cheer, Marky ?" cried the brother-in-law to be.

"Here we are.

Had a spiffing spin up from the station, hadn't we, Dig?
This it Dig, you know, Sir Digby Oakshott, Baronet, M.P., A.S.S., and nobody knows what else.

He and I have bagged Sykes' old room, just over here." Railsford in his shirt-sleeves, and hemmed round by his luggage, looked up rather blankly at this friendly oration.

However, his dignity came to his rescue.
"How are you both?
I hope we're to have a good steady term, my boys.
Go to your study now--later on we must have a talk." Arthur looked at his friend and winked; Sir Digby was visibly agitated, and grinned vehemently at a cobweb in the corner of the ceiling.
"All serene," said the former.