There was a pause; Roland wished that difference of training and position did not hold them from the revel.
“By Jove!” said Roland, “it would be awful fun to join them.”
“Well, I dare you to.”
“Dare say you do. I’m not having any. I don’t run risks in a place where I’m known.”
As a matter of fact, Roland did not run risks anywhere, but he wanted Howard to think him something of a Don Juan. One is always ashamed of innocence, and Howard was one of those fellows who naturally bring out the worst side of their companions. His boisterous, assertive confidence was practically a challenge, and Roland did not enjoy the rôle of listener and disciple, especially as Howard was, by the school standards, socially his inferior.
At that moment two girls strolled past, turned, and giggled over their shoulders.
“Do you see that?” said Roland.
“What about it?”
“Well, I mean....”
The girls were coming back, and suddenly, to Roland’s surprise, embarrassment and annoyance, Howard walked forward and raised his hat.