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CHAPTER VIII

" Thank heaven, no. He knew mother didn't mean it."
A little before five they left the cricket. Wickets had been falling rapidly in the last half-hour, but hardly anyone knew the score. They crossed the Slough road and went along through the flower-filled grass by the side of school field, or Sixpenny as it was called in the summer. The heat in the fives courts was terrific. The sun beat back from the walls of the newer courts in a dazzling white glare. The asphalt burnt beneath the feet.
The school stores were almost empty. One of the assistants was reading the racing news in the evening paper. Tom himself leaned on the counter. A fat faced mother came in with her small son. She asked him what he wanted for tea. " Have what you like, Charles." Tom looked at her first with patience, then with pity, as she gave her son her reasons for ordering something quite different. The fat mother went away with bags of things under her arm, which her son did not want. Like a small dog, he trotted beside her. Tom smiled at Denis. " Hopeless," his smile said. Denis bought a basket of strawberries and they went back to tea.
Denis's room was cool and quiet after the restless heat of Upper Club. It was pleasant to be able to look closely at the pictures on the walls instead of staring in an unfocused way at the sea of moving faces, among which grey topper and hatchet face were bound to appear. Mrs. Bailey took off her gloves and hat and Joan followed her example. Mr. Bailey picked up some school books and turned over the leaves. Inside them various names were scrawled in pencil, one over the other, or stamped in violet ink. But seldom Denis's name.
There was no fagging on the Fourth. Denis went along to the gas rings and filled his teapot. He put it in front of his mother. He took some eggs out of a steaming basin and dropped them in the egg cups. " Cucumber sandwiches, mum ?" Mr. Bailey made a neat pile of the books and sat down at the table. " Now tell us everything you've been doing," he said suddenly.
Denis knew that the moment had come. He passed a cup

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