Gerald Eversley's Friendship: A Study in Real LifeWelldon, J. E. C. (James Edward Cowell)
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Gerald Eversley's Friendship: A Study in Real Life
Welldon, J. E. C. (James Edward Cowell)
Endowed public schools (Great Britain) -- Fiction; Friendship in youth -- Fiction
By this time they were ascending the short, steep road which leads to
the crest of St. Anselm’s hill. Harry Venniker had not long finished
speaking when they came in sight of Mr. Brandiston’s house--it juts out
a little into the road just beyond the chapel--and without another word
they walked to the door of it and entered, passing through a group of
boys who were clustered by the entrance, and who stared at them with
the supercilious curiosity of older and superior beings at the sight of
a new boy.
‘I say,’ cried Harry Venniker, who had been holding a brief but earnest
consultation with the butler, ‘you fellow, Eversley; we’re in a room
together, No. 13; come along, let’s have a look at it.’ And so saying,
he hurried the butler and Gerald up two flights of stairs and along a
narrow, tortuous passage, actually known in the language of the house
as the ‘corkscrew,’ to a room which bore the external signs of being
intended for the conjoint but exclusive occupation of two boys. The
walls were bare; for its former occupants, whether they had left the
school or had only migrated to some better room in the house, had
bequeathed to their successors no traces of decorations except the
nails which had supported their pictures and now remained without any
apparent use, like ghosts of an ancient and departed glory; but it
contained two beds, which it was the fashion to fold up during the day
and let down at night, two chairs, two tables deeply scarred with the
names of several generations of boys who had occupied the room, two
bookcases, two washstands and basins--in a word, all the conventional
phenomena of a dual existence. The butler--a venerable character in
the house--stood quietly by while the two boys surveyed the scantily
furnished apartment, the virgin soil, as it were, which they were
destined to cultivate; then he claimed the privilege of long experience
by giving vent to the hope that they would ‘chum along all right
together,’ and left them alone, telling them they must come down to the
hall when the bell rang for prayers.
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