"You really mean it?"
"I really mean it."
Newall thought a moment. An appeal to the Form was altogether a new thing, but as he had not the slightest doubt as to which way they would decide, why should he not fall in with it?
"Does Moncrief agree to that?" Stanley nodded.
"Very well; let it be as you say, Percival—an appeal to the Form."
Paul, gratified that the quarrel had received a momentary check, was turning away with Stanley, when Parfitt, who had scarcely spoken throughout the scene, touched him on the shoulder.
"One minute. Just a little word with you."
He used in effect the same words as Paul had used when he stood between Newall and Stanley.
"Didn't you find it rather cold in the corridor last night—eh?" he asked, with a meaning smile.
Before Paul could answer, Parfitt followed in the footsteps of Newall.