“Perhaps not. The only reason Dan wanted to beat you was so I could get into Cambridge. You kept me out last year, you know.”
“Who said so?”
“It doesn’t matter. I know it’s so.”
“Well, what if I did? I had a right to vote against you, hadn’t I? We don’t want any of your sort in Cambridge.”
“My sort? Just what is my sort?” asked Gerald.
“Oh, you know; stuck-up, purse-proud chaps like you don’t mix with the rest of us. You think just because your father has gobs of money that you’re a little better than we are. How did he make his money, anyway?”
“Honestly,” answered Gerald quietly.
“Yah! That’s likely, isn’t it?”
“It’s so, anyhow. He didn’t get it by lying and stealing, Hiltz.”
“What do you mean by that?” demanded the other suspiciously.