For the rest of the term life flowed easily with Gordon. There were no
further rows with "the Bull"; in fact their row seemed, for a time at
any rate, to have brought them closer together. Both seemed anxious to
be friends with one another, and on the football field Gordon's play
gave really very little cause for complaint. For this term his football
reached his highest level. In following seasons he played good games on
occasions, but he never equalled the standard he set himself in the
Colts. It was one of Gordon's chief characteristics that he usually did
well while others failed, and this term the Colts for some reason or
other never properly got together. The side kept on being altered. For
a week after the row Lovelace was kept out of the side; but it was soon
obvious that his presence was absolutely necessary.
"What did I say," said Gordon. "You see, 'the Bull's' madness doesn't
last for long. He got a bit fed up with you, Lovelace, so he made
himself imagine your football was bad. He can always make himself think
what he likes."
"Yes; but it is rather a nuisance," Mansell remarked, "when you realise
it is always House men who have to do the Jekyll and Hyde business."
"Good Lord! Mansell, you are becoming literary," laughed Gordon. "How
did you hear of Jekyll and Hyde?"
"Claremont has been reading the thing on Sunday mornings; not so bad for
a fool like Stevenson. It rather reminded me of _The Doctor's Double_,
by Nat Gould; only, of course, it is not half so good."
"No, that is a fact," said Lovelace. "Nat Gould is the finest author
alive. I read some stuff in a paper the other day about books being true
to life. Well, you could not get anything more true than _The Double
Event_; and race-horsing is the most important thing in life, too. I
sent up the other day for six of his books; they ought to be here
to-morrow."
"Well, for God's sake, don't bring them in here," said Gordon, "there is
enough mess as it is with _The Sportsmans_ of the last month trailing
all over the place."
"Oh, have some sense, man; you don't know what literature is."
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