He wished, for instance, he could spin a fork round with his first finger and thumb while he talked, as Yorke, the captain, was doing. He did once privately try, while he was not talking, but it was a dismal failure. The fork fell with a great clatter to the floor and attracted general attraction his way. He picked the weapon up with as easy an air as he could assume, whistling _sotto voce_ to himself as he did it, so as to appear unconcerned. "Look out, I say; you mustn't whistle at meal-times, it's bad manners," said a voice at his side. He turned round and perceived a pleasant-looking youth of the species junior, in a red tie and wrist studs to match. This youth evidently knew what was what at Fellsgarth; and a further glance at him convinced Fisher minor that he had met him in a good hour. For all dinner-time he had been exercised as to whether it was the thing to wear the jacket opened or buttoned. Yorke wore his buttoned, so did a good many of the Sixth; and Fisher minor had consequently buttoned up too. But his new friend, who was pronounced in all his ways and evidently an authority on etiquette, wore his open. Fisher minor therefore furtively slipped his fingers down and opened his coat. "You're a new kid, I suppose," said he of the red necktie. "Yes, I'm Fisher minor." "What, son of Fisher the boat-builder? I didn't know he had one so old." "No, oh no. That's my brother up there, talking to the Dux." "The who? I don't see any ducks." "I mean Yorke, you know, the captain." "Why ever do you call him ducks? You'd better let him catch you calling him names like that. Oh, you're a brother of old Fisher? You look it." Fisher minor was alarmed at the tone in which this observation was made. It seemed to imply that Fisher major was not quite all that could be desired, and yet the younger brother did not exactly know what it was in the elder which called for repudiation. However, he was spared the pain of deciding by a new voice on his other side. "What's that, Wally? Does this kid say he belongs to Fisher? Oh, my stars, what form we're coming to!" Fisher minor glanced round, and experienced a shock as he did so. For the new speaker was so like the last that he was tempted to suppose the latter had suddenly changed seats and contrived to substitute a blue necktie for a red, and button his jacket during the feat. But when he looked back, the owner of the red tie was still in his place. After considerable wagging of his head, he was forced to admit that he was seated between two different persons. "Why, he can't help that," said the gentleman addressed as Wally. Fisher minor laughed feebly, and really wished his brother would pay a little more attention to the "form."