"You know I think Meredith goes a bit too far at times," came a voice from the middle of the room. Bradford rose at once. "What the hell do you mean? Meredith go too far? Why, he is a splendid wicket-keeper, and far and away the finest half-back in the school. You must allow a good deal to a blood like him." "Oh, I know he is a magnificent athlete and all that, but don't you think he does rather a lot of harm in the House?" "Harm? Who to?" "Well, I mean there's Davenham now and--" "Davenham!" came the scornful retort. "What does it matter what happens to Davenham? He's absolutely useless to the House, rotten at games and spends his whole time reading about fossils. Who cares a curse about Davenham!" "Oh, I suppose you are right, but--" "My dear ass, of course I am right. Meredith is a simply glorious fellow.