"I bet you don't," said Kenrick, laughing. "You're saying--it's a quotation, you know, but never mind--you're saying to him, `A sudden thought strikes me: let's swear an eternal friendship.'" "Then you're quite out," answered Kenrick. "I was saying come and sit next me at tea." "And go shares in jam," added Henderson: "exactly what I said, only in other words." CHAPTER FOUR. FRIENDS AND FOES. "He who hath a thousand friends hath not one friend to spare, And he who hath one enemy shall meet him everywhere." Already Walter had got someone to talk to, someone he knew; for in spite of Kenrick's repudiation of Henderson's jest, he felt already that he had discovered a boy with whom he should soon be friends. It doesn't matter how he had discovered it; it was by animal magnetism; it was by some look in Kenrick's eyes; it was his light-heartedness; it was by the mingled fire and refinement of his face which spoke of a wilful and impetuous, yet also of a generous and noble nature. Already he felt a sense of ease and pleasure in the certainty that Kenrick--evidently no cipher among his schoolfellows--was inclined to like him, and to show him the ways of the school. They went into a large hall, where the four hundred had their meals. They sat at a number of tables arranged breadth-wise across the hall; twenty or thirty sat at each table, and either a master or a monitor (as the sixteen upper boys were called) took his place at the head of it. "Now, mind you don't begin to smoke," said Henderson, as Walter went in, and found most of the boys already seated. "Smoke?" said Walter, taking it for a bit of good advice; "do fellows smoke in Hall? I never have smoked." "Why, you're smoking now," said Henderson, as Walter, entering among the crowd of strange faces and meeting so many pairs of eyes, began to blush a little. "Don't teaze him, Flip," said Kenrick. "Smoking is the name fellows give to blushing, Evson; and if they see you given to blushing, they'll stare at you for the fun of seeing the colour mount up in your cheeks."