To his surprise, Kennet's face expressed no sympathy, nor even bare
assent. At this Hardie lost patience, and burst out impetuously, "Take
care how you refuse me; take care how you thwart me in this. He is the
best-natured fellow in college. It doesn't matter to you, and it does to
him; and if you _do,_ then take my name off the list of your
acquaintance, for I'll never speak a word to you again in this world; no,
not on my death-bed, by Heaven!"
The threat was extravagant; but Youth's glowing cheek and eye, and
imperious lip, and simple generosity, made it almost beautiful.
Kennet whined, "Oh, if you talk like that, there is an end to fair
argument."
"End it then, and promise me; upon your honour!"
"Why not? What bosh! There, I promise. Now, how do you construe [Greek
text]?"
The incongruous dog ("I thank thee, Taff, for teaching me that word") put
this query with the severity of an inquisitor bringing back a garrulous
prisoner to the point. Hardie replied gaily, "Any way you like, now you
are a good fellow again."
"Come, that is evasive. My tutor says it cannot be rendered by any one
English word; no more can [Greek text].
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