Boarding schools -- England -- Fiction; Boys -- Fiction; Schools -- Fiction; Social classes -- England -- Fiction
Neither had Jan much mercy on himself, when he had fitted two candles
into the two new china sticks, and lit them with a wax match from the
shilling box included in his supplies. Shockley’s table-cloth might once
have been green, but long service had reduced it to a more dubious hue;
it was spotted with ink and candle-grease, and in one place cut through
with a knife. To Jan, indeed, one table-cloth was like another; he was
only annoyed to think he had been swindled as badly as Carpenter, by the
same impudent impostor, and with Carpenter’s experience to put him on
his guard. But even in his annoyance the incident appealed to that
prematurely grim sense of the ironic which served Jan Rutter for the fun
and nonsense of the ordinary boy; and on the whole he thought it wiser
to avoid another row by saying no more about it.
But he was not suffered to keep his resolution to the letter: at tea
Buggins and Eyre _major_ were obviously whispering about Jan before
Buggins asked him across the table how he liked his new table-cloth.
“I suppose you mean Shockley’s old one?” retorted Jan at once. “It’ll do
all right; but it’s a good bargain for Shockley.”
“A bargain’s a bargain,” remarked Buggins with his mouth full.
“And a Jew’s a Jew!” said Jan.
The nice pair glared at him, and glanced at Shockley, who was two places
higher up than Jan, but deep in ingratiating conversation with a
good-looking fellow on his far side.
“God help you when the Shocker hears that!” muttered Buggins under his
breath.
“You’ll be murdered before you’ve been here a week, you brute!” added
Eyre _major_ with a titter.
“I may be,” said Jan, “but not by you—you prize pig!”
And, much as he was still to endure from the trio in his form and house,
this was the last Jan heard directly of the matter. Whether his reckless
words ever reached the ears of Shockley, or whether the truth was in
them, Jan never knew. As a good hater, however, he always felt that
apart from thick lips, heavy nostrils, pale eyes and straight light
hair, his arch-enemy combined all the most objectionable characteristics
of Jew and Gentile.
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