"What did he have you up for?" he asked.
"Cheek. You must have heard what I said. I certainly shouted."
"But I joined in that."
It had been in the tuck-shop. Heseltine's entrance had been greeted with remarks about the advent of the deity.
"He didn't hear you."
Martin knew that he hadn't shouted: he had only muttered something. He hadn't Anstey's pluck. The thought was bitter and increased his admiration of Heseltine's victim. Anstey had suffered for what he had helped to do.
"But what about this persecution?" he exclaimed suddenly. "I'm damned if I stand it."
"And what do you propose to do?"
"I don't see why we shouldn't remain friends."
"Nor do I. But the powers disagree."