“Was that Loman?”
“No,” said Stephen, relieved to be able to deny it.
“What did he do?” demanded Oliver.
“They all—”
“What did Loman do, I say?” again asked Oliver.
It was no use trying to keep back anything.
“He pulled my ears, but not very hard. Really I expect it was only fun, Noll.” This was said quite beseechingly. “I said I thought they were very wicked to be doing what they did; but they only laughed at that, and called me a prig.”
“Much better if you’d kept what you thought to yourself,” said Wraysford. “Well?”
“Oh, then they did a lot of things to rile me, and knocked me about because I wouldn’t drink their stuff, and they swore too.”
“Did Loman swear?”