"Grismer is—your age? Younger? Older?"
"Yes, sir, older."
"How do you and he weigh in?"
"He's—I believe—somewhat heavier."
"First form boy. Naturally. Well, did you shake hands?"
"No, sir."
"That's bad, Jim."
"I know it. I—somehow—couldn't."
"Do it next term. No use to fight unless to settle things."
The boy remained silent, and his father did not press the matter.