“What for?”
“Accumulations, so that blasted Head told me. Throwing a snowball finished it.”
“Oh, you infernal ass,” said Maddox. “You jolly well deserved it.”
At that the devil, no less, entered into David.
“Anyhow, I never deserved being expelled,” he said very evilly.
Frank looked at him a moment; then, without a word, he left the room.
For a few seconds David was not in the least sorry for that speech. He was smarting himself, and if all Frank had to say was that he deserved it, he was glad to have made Frank smart too. . . . And then with a sudden sense of sick regret, he remembered who Frank was, and all that Frank had been to him. And on the moment he was out of his study, and off down the passage to Frank’s. He went in without knocking.
“I say, I’m a damnable chap,” he said. “I’m frightfully sorry. I don’t know if you can forgive me.”
He put out a rather timid hand. Instantly it was clasped and held.
“I didn’t mean it,” he said. “I felt mad.”