Salome once more fixed me with his disconcerting stare.
"Ray," he asked, "have you any glimmerings of moral courage?"
"I don't know, sir," said I, wondering where the conversation was leading.
The Head, apparently tired out by this catechising, contented himself with turning his face in the direction of Fillet for his endorsement or denial.
"He's as bold as they make 'em," said Fillet; and this time the double meaning was as clear as before: "the boy is utterly shameless."
The Head turned to Radley, who answered with a snap:
"Yes, he's plenty of courage; and what's better, he's easily shamed."
"Bless me, are you any good whatever at games?" continued the weary catechist.
"I can swim a bit, but I'm not much good at anything else."
"As he says, he swims a bit," corroborated Fillet. "But I don't know what else he can do."