“Why?” asked his companion.
“Just to think, numskulls that we are, that we never thought just this about dear old Roy.”
“I do not see how we could. Roy never gave us the slightest hint.”
“No, but if we were not such ninnies—Oh! I say, Ambrose, do you think it is true?”
“No doubt of it. 'Seminary—next year—his own diocese' tells the tale most conclusively for me.”
“I'm so glad! If any one of us fellows is worthy of being a priest, it surely is Roy.”
“Amen. But why has he kept it such a secret? Now all his actions are clear to me, although I confess I think some of them are mistaken or ill-advised.”
“I won't admit that until I know more,” remarked loyal Jack.
“That's right, too. But knowing what we now know, we can make things much pleasanter for Roy than they have been so far this year.”
“Yes; if only for that I am glad we were involuntary eavesdroppers.”