"What's the matter? What have you done?"
"Oh, nothing."
But tone and look alike betokened some new achievement: they were self-satisfied even for Bethune of the Hall.
"Tell me," demanded Moya.
"Well, if you want to know, I've been teaching one of your back-blockers (yours no more, praises be!) a bit of a lesson. Our friend Spicer. Very offensive to me all day; seemed to think I was inspiring the police. Just now he surpassed himself; wanted me to take off my coat and go behind the pines; in other words to fight."
"And wouldn't you?"
"Not exactly. Take off my coat to him!"
"So what did you do?"
"Knocked him down as I stood."
"You didn't!"