It serves me right for getting among
you cursed aristocrats."
"Box the cad's ears, Lord Lynedale," said a dirty fellow with a long
pole--a cad himself, I should have thought.
"Let him go home and ask his mammy to hang him out to dry," said another.
The lord (for so I understood he was) looked at me with an air of surprise
and amusement, which may have been good-natured enough in him, but did not
increase the good-nature in me.
"Tut, tut, my good fellow. I really am very sorry for having upset you.
Here's half-a-crown to cover damages."
"Better give it me than a muff like that," quoth he of the long pole; while
I answered, surlily enough, that I wanted neither him nor his money, and
burst through the crowd toward Cambridge. I was so shabby and plebeian,
then, that people actually dare offer me money! Intolerable!
The reader may say that I was in a very unwholesome and unreasonable frame
of mind.
So I was. And so would he have been in my place.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE LOST IDOL FOUND.
On my return, I found my cousin already at home, in high spirits at having,
as he informed me, "bumped the first Trinity.
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