He seated himself and began gossiping away as fast as he could, without looking much at the other. He began by recounting all the complimentary things which had been said by Miller and others of Hardy's pulling. Then he went on to the supper party; what a jolly evening they had had; he did not remember anything so pleasant since he had been up, and he retailed the speeches, and named the best songs. “You really ought to have been there. Why didn't you come? Drysdale sent over for you. I'm sure every one wished you had been there. Didn't you get his message?”
“I didn't feel up to going,” said Hardy.
“There's nothing the matter, eh?” said Tom, as the thought crossed his mind that perhaps Hardy had hurt himself in the race, as he had not been regularly training.
“No, nothing,” answered the other.
Tom tried to make play again, but soon came to an end of his talk. It was impossible to make head against that cold silence. At last he stopped, looked at Hardy for a minute, who was staring abstractedly at the sword over his mantel-piece, and then said,—
“There is something the matter, though. Don't sit glowering as if you had swallowed a furze bush. Why you haven't been smoking, old boy?” he added, getting up and putting his hand on the others shoulder. “I see that's it. Here, take one of my weeds, they're mild. Miller allows two of these a day.”
“No, thank'ee,” said Hardy, rousing himself; “Miller hasn't interfered with my smoking, and I will have a pipe, for I think I want it.”
“Well, I don't see that it does you any good,” said Tom, after watching him fill and light, and smoke for some minutes without saying a word. “Here, I've managed the one thing I had at heart. You are in the crew, and we are head of the river, and everybody is praising your rowing up to the skies, and saying that the bump was all your doing. And here I come to tell you, and not a word can I get out of you. Ain't you pleased? Do you think we shall keep our place?” He paused a moment.
“Hang it all, I say,” he added, losing all patience; “swear a little if you can't do anything else. Let's hear your voice; it isn't such a tender one that you need keep it all shut up.”
“Well,” said Hardy, making a great effort; “the real fact is I have something, and something very serious to say to you.”