“What an ass Tom Bowling was to give himself up; it would have been all right if he had sat still.”
“I don’t know that. He had already been caught breaking out of college, don’t you see, and they would have been certain to put this and that together.”
“Who would?”
“Old Jolliffe.”
“Not a bit of it. I twigged his face when Buller stood up, and he looked as vexed as possible. He’d never have told.”
“I am not sure of that, and I think Buller was right not to risk it.”
“Fussy old chap, Lord Woodruff!”
“Not a bad sort altogether, I believe, if you rub him the right way.”
“No more am I; give me everything I want, and never thwart me, and I am the easiest fellow to live with in the world.”
That is a sample of the way the matter was discussed and commented upon. But the most astonished of the whole school, and the only one who could not trust himself to make any remark at all in public, was Edwards. For the second time that day he had to watch his opportunity for a private conference with Saurin, and when he found it he opened on him eagerly.