"What, have you had a row, then?
Is it all broken off?
My eye, what will--" "Rubbish!" said Mark, scarcely able to keep grave; "it's neither one nor the other.

But I don't choose you should talk of her, and I insist on being obeyed." "Jolly rough not to be able to talk about one's own sister!" interposed the innocent.
"Of course, I mean not in connection with me," said Railsford.

"And another thing, you must not call me Mark, but Mr Railsford, while term lasts." "All serene, Mr Railsford, old man! Jolly stiff, though, between brothers, isn't it ?" "You must treat me as if I were merely your master, and no other relative." "How queer! Mayn't I even be fond of you ?" "Yes, as your master.

I count on you, mind, to set a specially good example to the other boys, and back me up in every way you can.

You will be able to do a great deal if you only try." "I'm game! Am I to be made a prefect, I say, Mark--Mr Railsford, I mean ?" "And remember," said Mark, ignoring the question, "that we are here to work, and not to--to drive omnibuses." Arthur brightened up suddenly.
"You saw the race, then?
Stunning spurt round the last lap, only Dig hadn't any stay in him, and the cab had the inside berth.