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What the devil’s all this talking about?” he asked.
Now, O’Malley had not the smallest intention of giving Tamplin a “late.” It was a delicate legal point, of the kind that was debated endlessly at Spierpoint, whether in the circumstances he could properly do so. It had been in O’Malley’s mind to appeal to Tamplin’s better nature in the morning, to say that he could take a joke as well as the next man, that his official position was repugnant to him, that the last thing he wished to do was start the term by using his new authority on his former associates; he would say all this and ask Tamplin to “back him up.” But now, suddenly challenged out of the darkness, he lost his head and said, “I was giving Tamplin a ‘late,’ Anderson.”
“Well, remind me in the morning and for Christ’s sake don’t make such a racket over it.”
“Please, Anderson, I don’t think I was late,” said Tamplin; “it’s just that I took longer than the others over my prayers. I was perfectly ready when we were told to say them.”
“But he was still out of bed when I put the light out,” said O’Malley.
“Well, it’s usual to wait until everyone’s ready, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Anderson. I did wait about five minutes.”
“I see. Anyhow, lates count from the time you start saying your dibs.