"He was the most Admirable Crichton who was ever at the school," said I: "captain of the eleven, the fastest man in the fifteen, athletic champion, and an ornament of the Upper Sixth."
"And you worshipped him, I suppose?"
"Absolutely."
My companion had been taking renewed interest in the goldfish; now she looked at me again with the cynical light full on in her eyes.
"You must be rather disappointed in him now!"
"Disappointed! Why?" I asked with much outward amusement. But I was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"Of course I don't know much about him," remarked Miss Belsize as though she cared less.
"But does anybody know anything of Mr. Raffles except as a cricketer?"
"I do," said I, with injudicious alacrity.
"Well," said Miss Belsize, "what else is he?"