So he checked his inclination to pursue his friend and demand an explanation there and then, and strolled on, whistling himself.
Heathcote pursued his dignified walk until he concluded he might safely stop whistling and venture to peep round.
When he did so he was dismayed to see Dick walking arm in arm across the Quadrangle with Coote, laughing at some narration which that pliable young gentleman was giving.
Poor Georgie! This was the hardest blow of all. If Dick had appeared crushed, if he had even looked hurt, or said one word of regret, Georgie’s heart would have been comforted and his wrath abated.
But to have his elaborate demonstration of rebuke ignored and quietly passed by in favour of Coote was too much! Georgie could not bear it. Pledge and all Pledge’s sophistry vanished in a moment with the loss of his friend.
If Dick would only give him another chance!