a note and passed it

Spiller's face was crimson, and Robinson's coat-sleeve still boretraces of garden mould. 　　Mike felt rather conscious of the eyes, but Psmith was in his element. 　　His demeanour throughout the meal was that of some whimsical monarchcondescending for a freak to revel with his humble subjects. 　　Towards the end of the meal Psmith scribbled a note and passed it toMike. It read: "Directly this is over, nip upstairs as quickly as youcan."Mike followed the advice; they were first out of the room. When theyhad been in the study a few moments, Jellicoe knocked at the door. 　　"Lucky you two cut away so quick," he said. "They were going to tryand get you into the senior day-room and scrag you there.""This," said Psmith, leaning against the mantelpiece, "is exciting,but it can't go on. We have got for our sins to be in this place for awhole term, and if we are going to do the Hunted Fawn business all thetime, life in the true sense of the word will become an impossibility. 　　My nerves are so delicately attuned that the strain would simply reducethem to hash. We are not prepared to carry on a long campaign--the thingmust be settled at once.""Shall we go down to the senior day-room, and have it out?" said Mike. 　　"No, we will play the fixture on our own ground. I think we may takeit as tolerably certain that Comrade Spiller and his hired ruffianswill try to corner us in the dormitory to-night. Well, of course, wecould fake up some sort of barricade for the door, but then we shouldhave all the trouble over again to-morrow and the day after that. 　　Personally I don't propose to be chivvied about indefinitely likethis, so I propose that we let them come into the dormitory, and seewhat happens. Is this meeting with me?""I think that's sound," said Mike. "We needn't drag Jellicoe into it.""As a matter of fact--if you don't mind--" began that man of peace.