Mr. Lidgett looked him up and down and, being an artist, understood.
'Thank you, Winton,' he said. 'This shall be between ourselves.'
'You heard?' said King, indecent pride in his voice.
'Of course. You thought he was going to get Lidgett to beg him off the impot.'
King denied this with so much warmth that the Head laughed and King went away in a huff.
'By the way,' said the Head, 'I've told Winton to do his lines in your form-room—not in his study.'
'Thanks,' said King over his shoulder, for the Head's orders had saved Winton and Mullins, who was doing extra Army work in the study, from an embarrassing afternoon together.
An hour later, King wandered into his still form-room as though by accident. Winton was hard at work.
'Aha!' said King, rubbing his hands. 'This does not look like games, Winton. Don't let me arrest your facile pen. Whence this sudden love for Virgil?'
'Impot from the Head, sir, for that mouse-business this morning.'
'Rumours thereof have reached us. That was a lapse on your part into Lower Thirdery which I don't quite understand.'
The 'tump-tump' of the puntabouts before the sides settled to games came through the open window. Winton like his House-master, loved fresh air. Then they heard Paddy Vernon, sub-
