“No,” said Gilks.
“Awful rot,” said Wibberly, “making all that fuss about them!”
“Pleases them and doesn’t hurt us,” replied Gilks.
“In my opinion it’s all a bit of vanity on the part of Riddell. He’d like to make every one think he has been coaching his kids, and this is just a show-off.”
“Well, let him show off; who cares?” growled Gilks.
“All very well. He ought to be hooted round the school instead of flashing it there in the Big, the hypocritical cad!”
“Well, why don’t you go and do it?” said Gilks; “you’d get plenty to join you.”
“Would I? No, I wouldn’t. Even Bloomfield’s taking his part—he’s gammoned him somehow.”
“Well, that doesn’t prevent your going and hooting him, does it?” said Gilks, with a sneer. “You’ve a right to enjoy yourself as well as any one else.”
“What! have you come round to worship his holiness too?” asked Wibberly, who had at least expected some sympathy from Gilks.