Boarding schools -- England -- Fiction; Boys -- Fiction; Schools -- Fiction; Social classes -- England -- Fiction
Jan had unfolded his bright idea directly to Carpenter, whose opinion he
awaited with evident anxiety. He resented being placed like this between
the old friend and the new, and having to side with one or the other,
especially when he himself could not see that it mattered so very much
which course they took. They could not bring the dead man back to life.
On the whole he supposed that Chips was right; but Jan would have held
his tongue with Evan against any other fellow in the school. It was the
new friend, however, who had been the true friend these two terms, and
it was not in Jan’s body to go against him now, though he would have
given a bit of it to feel otherwise.
“If that’s good enough for Devereux,” said Chips, dryly, “it’s good
enough for me. But I’m blowed if I could sleep till that poor chap’s cut
down!”
Devereux now became far from sure that it was good enough for him; in
fact he declared nearly all the way back that he would own up with the
others, that they must stand or fall together, even if he himself was
more sinned against than sinning. That was not indeed the expression he
used, but the schoolboy paraphrase was pretty close, and his companions
did not take it up. Chips, having gained his point, was content to look
volumes of unspoken criticism, while Jan felt heartily sick of the whole
discussion. He was prepared to do or to suffer what was necessary or
inevitable, but for his part he had talked enough about it in advance.
Evan, however, would not drop the subject until they found the familiar
street looking cynically sleepy and serene, the same and yet subtly
altered to those young eyes seared with a horror to be fully realised
only by degrees. It began to come home to them now, in the region of
other black caps with red badges, and faces that met theirs curiously,
as though they showed what they had seen. Their experience was indeed
settling over them like a blight, and two of the trio had forgotten all
about the consequences when the third blushed up and hesitated at
Heriot’s corner.
“Of course,” he stammered, “if you found, after all, that you really
were able to keep my name out of it, I should be awfully thankful to you
both, because I never should have put my nose into the beastly place
alone. But if it’s going to get you fellows into any hotter water I’ll
come forward like a shot.”
“Noble fellow!” murmured Carpenter as the pair turned into their quad.
“You shut up!” Jan muttered back. “I’ve a jolly good mind not to open my
own mouth either!”
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