And I was ushered into an empty room with a good bay-window, which enabled my full-blooded friend to inspect me yet more critically in a good light; this he did without the least false delicacy; then his questions began.
“’Varsity man?”
“No.”
“Public school?”
“Yes.”
“Which one?”
I told him, and he sighed relief.
“At last! You’re the very first I’ve not had to argue with as to what is and what is not a public school. Expelled?”
“No,” I said, after a moment’s hesitation; “no, I was not expelled. And I hope you won’t expel me if I ask a question in my turn?”
“Certainly not.”