“No; hate rats,” said David.
Bags departed; a moment after Frank joined David, just nodded to him, and sat down by him.
“Been waiting?” he asked. “Sorry. I couldn’t get through with my jobs before. Have you stuck my things into my bag? Good work. We can just sit here till chapel-bell.”
“Yes; I emptied your locker,” said David. “I stuck everything into your bag, old shoes, old twenty-two cap, all there was. Afraid I didn’t pack it very neatly.”
“Doesn’t matter,” said Frank. “Funny that there should be an old twenty-two cap still there.”
“Very curious,” said David precisely.
Frank gave a short little laugh.
“It’s all pretty beastly, isn’t it,” he said. “You look rather depressed too. But there’s the house-supper to cheer you up.”
“Oh, damn the house-supper,” said David.
Frank’s pretence at light conversation broke down.