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Consequently when Wyndham, according to promise, turned up to tea in Silk's study, nothing was said or done in any way likely to offend his lately awakened scruples. The tea was a good one, the volume of "Punch" was amusing, and the talk confined itself almost altogether to school affairs, and chiefly to the coming boat-race. This last subject was one of intense interest to young Wyndham.
Silk's methods of attack left him little opportunity for the plain speaking which was necessary to dispel illusions. He turned a watery, appealing eye on to Mr. Nugent, and saw to his surprise that that gentleman was winking at him with great significance and persistence. It would have needed a heart of stone to have been unaffected by such misery, and to-night Mr.
If you think you're going to cheek us just as you please here, you're mistaken, I tell you. What do you mean by it?" "By what?" inquired Riddell, mildly, but quite composedly. Silk's only reply was a passionate blow in the captain's face, which sent him staggering to the other side of the room. It was a critical moment.
Do you call it fair to shelter one fellow because he's your friend, and tell about another because he isn't? Eh, Riddell?" It was not a bad move on Silk's part. The question thrust home, and had he been content to leave the matter there, it might have been some time before the captain, with his own scrupulous way of regarding things, would have detected its fallacies.
"Your father would call it setting a bad example, I doubt?" To this the boy, had he been less loyal, might have answered that his father took no great stock in examples, bad or good. He said: "Papa smokes. He says it is cleaner than taking snuff; and so it is, if you have ever seen Mr. Silk's waistcoat." So Mr. Hanmer filled and lit his pipe, doing wonders with a pocket tinder-box.
Wilks obeyed, and again thanking him warmly for his invaluable services sat down to compile a few facts about his newly acquired wife, warranted to stand the severest cross-examination which might be brought to bear upon them, a task interspersed with malicious reminiscences of Mrs. Silk's attacks on his liberty. He also insisted on giving up his bed to Nugent for the night.
So he even accepted an invitation to come and have tea in Silk's room that evening, to look at a volume of "Punch" the latter had got from home, and to talk over the coming boat-race. Had he overheard a hurried conversation which took place between Silk and Gilks shortly afterwards in the Sixth Form room he would have looked forward to that evening with anything but eagerness.
Wyndham did know, and at any other time would have felt reproached by the consciousness of his own injustice. But he was just now so bitterly disappointed that he smothered every other feeling, and answered angrily, "Yes, you have, and I don't care if you have; I suppose it's because I'm friends with Silk. I can tell you Silk's a good deal more brickish to me than you are!" Poor Riddell!
"Wide open," corroborated Mr. Silk. "So I just came in to say ''Ow d'ye do?" said Mr. Kybird. Mrs. Silk's sharp, white face turned from one to the other. "Ave you said it?" she inquired, blandly. "I 'ave," said Mr. Kybird, restraining Mr. Silk's evident intention of hot speech by a warning glance; "and now I'll just toddle off 'ome." "I'll go a bit o' the way with you," said Edward Silk.
Silk's sallow face almost flushed with a little colour, and his heart beat as his little scheme pressed upon his mind. Dreading an obstacle, he feared to allow the thought to formulate; but after a moment he let it slip, and it said "Now if I were to take the second floor, I should often meet Sir Arthur on the doorstep and staircase.
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