“Was I?” asked the humble Georgie.
“Rather,” said Coote; “everybody said so.”
“Well, of course,” said Georgie, “if that’s what he was driving at, it doesn’t matter so much.”
“Except that it makes him all the bigger a cad.”
“What on earth shall we do about the other thing?” asked Georgie.
“The row? We must cheek it, that’s all. If he does us over the ‘Sociable’ election, we can’t be helped.”
“And suppose he gets us transported?”
“Can’t do it, I tell you; my father will be up here, you know.”
There was a pause, and the “Firm” walked on. Then Georgie said:—
“I say, what does he mean about the stories I told about you and Coote. I never told any stories, that I remember. I never had any to tell.”