“He is in the habit, as Riddell here knows, of frequenting low places of amusement in Shellport. I have not mentioned it before; but now I am leaving, and Riddell is not likely to tell you of it, I think you ought to know of it, sir.”
“The matter has already been reported,” said the doctor, almost contemptuously. “You can go, Silk.”
The game was fairly played out at last, and Silk slunk off, followed shortly afterwards by the captain and Gilks.
Chapter Thirty Five.
A Transformation Scene.
Willoughby little dreamed that night, as it went to bed, of the revolutions and changes of the day which had just passed.
It knew that Silk and Gilks had been reported for fighting, and naturally concluded that they had also been punished. It had heard, too, a rumour of young Wyndham’s having been “gated” for breaking bounds.
But beyond that it knew nothing. Nothing of the treaty of peace between the two captains, of the discovery of the boat-race mystery, of the double expulsion that was impending.