"Long time since we three had tea together," he said, addressing the remark to the teapot. "Kennedy's a busy man," said Fenn, suavely. "He's got a house to look after." "And I'm going to look after it," said Kennedy, "as you'll find." Jimmy Silver put in a plaintive protest. "I wish you two men wouldn't talk shop," he said. "It's bad enough having Kay's next door to one, without your dragging it into the conversation. How were the forwards this evening, Kennedy?" "Not bad," said Kennedy, shortly. "I wonder if we shall lick Tuppenham on Saturday?" "I don't know," said Kennedy; and there was silence again. "Look here, Jimmy," said Kennedy, after a long pause, during which the head of Blackburn's tried to fill up the blank in the conversation by toasting a piece of bread in a way which was intended to suggest that if he were not so busy, the talk would be unchecked and animated, "it's no good. We must have it out some time, so it may as well be here as anywhere else. I've been looking for Fenn all day." "Sorry to give you all that trouble," said Fenn, with a sneer. "Got something important to say?" "Yes." "Go ahead, then." Jimmy Silver stood between them with the toasting-fork in his hand, as if he meant to plunge it into the one who first showed symptoms of flying at the other's throat. He was unhappy. His peace-making tea-party was not proving a success. "I wanted to ask you," said Kennedy, quietly, "what you meant by giving the fags leave down town when you knew that they ought to come to me?" The gentle and intelligent reader will remember (though that miserable worm, the vapid and irreflective reader, will have forgotten) that at the beginning of the term the fags of Kay's had endeavoured to show their approval of Fenn and their disapproval of Kennedy by applying to the former for leave when they wished to go to the town; and that Fenn had received them in the most ungrateful manner with blows instead of exeats. Strong in this recollection, he was not disturbed by Kennedy's question. Indeed, it gave him a comfortable feeling of rectitude. There is nothing more pleasant than to be accused to your face of something which you can deny on the spot with an easy conscience. It is like getting a very loose ball at cricket. Fenn felt almost friendly towards Kennedy. "I meant nothing," he replied, "for the simple reason that I didn't do it." "I caught Wren down town yesterday, and he said you had given him leave." "Then he lied, and I hope you licked him." "There you are, you see," broke in Jimmy Silver triumphantly, "it's all a misunderstanding. You two have got no right to be cutting one another. Why on earth can't you stop all this rot, and behave like decent members of society again?"