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A rare occasion occurred later on in the year, one I have not yet seen repeated in fact; Raffles had deigned to call me up on the telephone, rather than it being I who had telephoned him. And an even rarer occurrence came as a direct result of this, as I was forced to explain to Raffles that I would be unable to meet him at his Albany rooms as he so desired. Such a silence met my words on the telephone that I momentarily feared a failure of the line, but Raffles' voice spoke to me soon enough. "Whatever can you mean, Bunny? You told me just yesterday that you would be free all week, and that we should have time to discuss our plans as fully as would be required."
I was somewhat affronted by Raffles' expectation that I should go running to him as he demanded, but I was forced to admit that, as I have already noted, it was indeed a rare thing that I should not do exactly that. I bolstered my nerve, and on no uncertain terms explained quite clearly and with a finality of which I was quite proud that an old friend from my school days had dropped by unannounced last night and that we had agreed to see each other for dinner the following evening. Raffles was quiet for another moment but I heard a small huff of displeasure before he announced that he hoped I would enjoy my meal and the company of my friend and that he would expect to hear from me soon. The quiet that followed this was so definite that I had no doubt that Raffles had hung up his telephone and was stalking his rooms irritably. I had little time to worry that I had offended my dear friend as my doorbell rang soon after, and I was greeted by the handsome face of Sebastian Featherstonehaugh despite the fact that it was several hours before the hour at which we had agreed to meet. "Sorry old chap," he said as he stepped inside my rooms, looking around with interest, "I know we said seven, but it's been far too long and I thought we could use the time to catch up."
Sebastian and I had been school chums when we were young, and had shared a dormitory with several other boys in our year. He had come to the school later than most as his family had moved into the area from further north, and as such we first met when Raffles had already graduated from his final year. Sebastian was not unlike Raffles in appearance; both had dark curls upon their head and sharp eyes, but Sebastian seemed to be more generous with his smiles and gentle endearments. I cannot say whether this was because of a base difference in personality or due to the relatively easy life that Sebastian had led in comparison to Raffles but I found myself enjoying his company immensely. He was every bit as charming as I remembered, and although the tales he told to amuse me now bore a more scandalous mark he seemed to have changed very little in the years that had passed since our acquaintance. He had not been the most popular boy in school, but this was mostly due to his breeding than by any fault of his own; he was kind, considerate, and a hard worker, but his rough accent and the more casual cut of his clothing out of school hours marked him as an outsider. I had not thought any less of him then, and no less of him now. His arrival at my rooms afforded me little chance to change my outfit for dinner, but I found that I didn't mind so much as Sebastian seemed content enough to visit the club in tweed. I fear that it was merely the frequency with which I would visit the club that bore us entry in light of our dress, and I saw many a disapproving glance from other gentlemen as we took our seats at a table in the corner. As ever, Sebastian seemed not to notice, and regaled me with stories of his time spent in the south of France.
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