"My young cousin, I suppose," answered Stanley, after a moment's reflection. "Has he been crying to Weevil?"
"Wrong again."
"Oh, bother! I give it up, then! Who was it?"
"You would never guess. Newall!"
"What?" Stanley stared at Paul incredulously.
"Fact—Newall. And he did it very well, too. He owned up frankly before the masters and all the school that it was he who commenced the quarrel."
"Why, I thought he told you that he wouldn't speak?"
"So he did; but he has altered his mind, you see. He told me he was going to speak, but I couldn't believe my ears till I actually heard him. A night's reflection has done him good, though he hadn't the benefit of a change of air in Dormitory X. It's really very decent of him, and I rather fancy if I were in your place——"
He paused, as though reflecting on what he should do if he were in Stanley's place.
"Well, if you were in my place—go on."