Russell and he stood
the other two, and they were very well matched. They had finished two
splendid games, and each side had been victorious in turn, when Duncan,
in the highest spirits, shouted, "Now, Russell, for the conqueror."
"Get some one else in my place," said Russell; "I don't know my Rep.,
and must cut and learn it."
"O bother the Rep.," said Montagu; "somebody's sure to write it out in
school, and old Gordon'll never see."
"You forget, Montagu, I never condescend to that."
"O ay, I forgot. Well, after all, you're quite right; I only wish I was
as good."
"What a capital fellow he is," continued Montagu, leaning on his racquet
and looking after him, as Russell left the court; "but I say, Williams,
you're not going too, are you?"
"I think I must, I don't know half my lesson."
"O no! don't go; there's Llewellyn; he'll take Russell's place, and we
_must_ have the conquering game."
Again Eric yielded; and when the clock struck he ran into school, hot,
vexed with himself, and certain to break down, just as Russell strolled
in, whispering, "I've had lots of time to get up the Horace, and know
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