"When they are worth it," retorted Marsh. "When I've finished
unpacking, I'll speak to you again. So long," and he turned and
walked down the corridor, with deliberate dignity.
"Well I'm snubbed," said Vernley. "Does Fletcher think we'll put up
with that piece of skin and grief!"
"He'll speak to us again!--when he has finished unpacking! Bobbie,
we are dismissed!" cried John.
Their next encounter with Marsh was more genial. They found him
sitting in the new study. When John and Vernley opened the door they
stood on the threshold and gasped. It was an amazing spectacle they
beheld. Two lounge chairs covered with chintz were placed on each
side of the fireplace. A blue cloth covered the table on which lay a
shallow black bowl. In the bowl was water on which floated, in
careless design, a dozen narcissi dropped in by the hand of Marsh.
The window was draped in chintz and in the far recess was a
magnificent bookcase. It towered up to the ceiling and was crammed
with sumptuous books in highly-coloured leather bindings. There were
four pictures on the walls, of a mysterious nature; those
sallow-faced maidens and thin-legged youths in red hose, John learned
later, were from the hand of Botticelli. A lady with a curious smirk
occupied the place of honour over the fireplace. When John asked
Marsh if it was his mother, the boy exclaimed sadly, "Alas, no!" and
going to the bookshelf read from a volume a long analysis of the
lady's smile written by a person called Pater in prose which, to
John, seemed a long time getting to the point.
After the reading was finished and Marsh had pronounced it to be
"luscious," he invited them to sit down, which was singular, since it
was their study,--but he was a person who evidently took command.
Appreciating comfort, and a little proud of the envy their study
would arouse in others, they settled down amicably.
At the end of the month, they were inseparable. The trio became
famous. Vernley was the athlete, Marsh the scholar, and John--that
amazing discovery was made by John almost by accident. It filled his
dreams for a whole term.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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