Felgate doesn't go; why don't you make him ?" The captain put down his bat.
"Munger, go and put on your flannels at once." "What if I don't ?" asked Munger.
Ainger replied by giving him a thrashing there and then, despite his howls and protests that he had just been going, and would never do it again.

The captain replied that he didn't fancy he _would_ do it again in a hurry; and as the remainder of the company expressed positive impatience to go to the cricket-field, he let them of! with a caution, and, after seeing them started, walked moodily up to Felgate's study.
Felgate was comfortably stretched on two chairs, reading a novel.

But as he held the book upside down, Ainger concluded that he could not be very deeply engrossed in its contents.
"You're working, I hear ?" said the captain.
"Is that all you've come to tell me ?" replied Felgate.
"No, only most fellows when they're reading--even if it's novels, read the right way up.

It's bad for the eyes to do it upside down." Felgate looked a little disconcerted and shut up his book.
"You've missed the last two weeks at cricket," said the captain.

"We have managed to get on without you, though, and one of the things I looked in to say now was that if you choose to stay away always you are welcome.