"I say!" declared Sewelson, "I bet you I know what was the matter on Tuesday! I bet I know why you gave that shout!"
"Bet you don't!" Philip replied. He was vaguely proud of the complex of motives which had induced him to behave in so baffling a manner.
"Nobody pricked you!" Sewelson asserted.
"Right for once!" Philip agreed.
"And you weren't ill! I bet I know!"
Philip looked up curiously.
"You just wanted to!" Sewelson whispered in a somewhat melodramatic manner. "You felt you just had to. You couldn't get away. You were sick and tired!"
Philip's brown eyes looked up shyly, with a certain pleasure, with a certain distrust, into the grey eyes before him.
"You're right!" said Philip. "It wasn't my fault!"
"I say," Sewelson said, after a pause. "I say..." Then he paused again.