can have the room

"We must apologise for disturbing you, sir----""Not at all, Smith, not at all! I like the boys in my house to come tome when they wish for my advice or help.""We were wondering, sir, if you would have any objection to Jackson,Jellicoe and myself sharing the dormitory with the three beds in it. Avery warm friendship--" explained Psmith, patting the gurglingJellicoe kindly on the shoulder, "has sprung up between Jackson,Jellicoe and myself.""You make friends easily, Smith. I like to see it--I like to see it.""And we can have the room, sir?""Certainly--certainly! Tell the matron as you go down.""And now," said Psmith, as they returned to the study, "we may saythat we are in a fairly winning position. A vote of thanks to ComradeJellicoe for his valuable assistance.""You _are_ a chap!" said Jellicoe. 　　The handle began to revolve again. 　　"That door," said Psmith, "is getting a perfect incubus! It cuts intoone's leisure cruelly."This time it was a small boy. "They told me to come up and tell you tocome down," he said. 　　Psmith looked at him searchingly through his eyeglass. 　　"Who?""The senior day-room chaps.""Spiller?""Spiller and Robinson and Stone, and some other chaps.""They want us to speak to them?""They told me to come up and tell you to come down.""Go and give Comrade Spiller our compliments and say that we can'tcome down, but shall be delighted to see him up here. Things," hesaid, as the messenger departed, "are beginning to move. Better leavethe door open, I think; it will save trouble. Ah, come in, ComradeSpiller, what can we do for you?"Spiller advanced into the study; the others waited outside, crowdingin the doorway. 　　"Look here," said Spiller, "are you going to clear out of here ornot?""After Mr. Outwood's kindly thought in giving us the room? You suggesta black and ungrateful action, Comrade Spiller.""You'll get it hot, if you don't.""We'll risk it," said Mike. 　　Jellicoe giggled in the background; the drama in the atmosphereappealed to him. His was a simple and appreciative mind. 　　"Come on, you chaps," cried Spiller suddenly.