"I am going to Brighton to-night with Henderson."
"How did you manage to get leave?"
"We have both been seedy, and Rushden wanted us to go before we play
Surrey again. In my last three innings I've made seven runs, and I
should think Rushden begins to wish he had never given me my blue. I
don't feel as if I should ever make another run."
"Your dons must be good sorts," I said.
"They're all right," he answered, and he sat down in a chair by the
window and looked so unlike himself that I knelt down on the floor and
took everything out of the bag. Then I packed my best, which must have
been worse than anybody else's except Fred's, and when I had finished,
though the bag still bulged and was not a thing to be proud of, it did
not bulge so very badly; at any rate Fred said it would do, but when I
looked at him again I forgot entirely that I had intended to be angry
with him.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Nothing to speak of. I've had a cold and a headache, and just rotten
little things like that. Brighton will cure me," but he didn't speak
as if he cared whether it did or not.
"You've got to come to us directly that reading party is over or I
won't have this cheque, and if I don't take the cheque I shall be in an
awful hole," I said, for I can't lead up to things.
"I would very much rather not come," he answered.
"Why?"
"Oh, I don't know," he said, and then he got up and gave the bag a kick
which, landing on a bat, hurt his toe. "You're the best fellow in the
world, Godfrey, but you don't understand."
"There is something odd the matter with you, or you wouldn't say that.
We don't say things like that to each other."
"Won't you come down to Cornwall?"
"No, I won't."
"Is Ward going to stay with you?"
"My people have asked him."
"And is he going?"
"He seems to think he is. I told him the boat was rotten and the cob
fat, and that there was nothing on earth to do," I added most stupidly,
but I had no idea then that any one could really be troubled by things
which had never affected me in the least.
"And he is going all the same," Fred said, and he did not look a bit
more cheerful.
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