St. Winifred's; or, The World of SchoolFarrar, F. W. (Frederic William)
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St. Winifred's; or, The World of School
Farrar, F. W. (Frederic William)
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
Kenrick did not happen to meet Walter during the remainder of that
Sunday, because Walter was chiefly sitting in Mr Percival's room, but
the next day, still nursing the smouldering fire of his anger, he
determined to get the first opportunity he could of meeting him, in
order that he might tax him with his supposed false friendship and
breach of confidence.
Accordingly, when school was over next day, he went with Whalley to look
for him in the playground. Walter was walking with Henderson, never
dreaming that anything unpleasant was likely to happen. Henderson was
the first to catch sight of them, and as he never saw Whalley without
chaffing him in some ridiculous way or other--for Whalley's charming
good humour made him a capital subject for a joke--he at once began, as
might have been expected, to sing--
"O Whalley, Whalley up the bank,
And Whalley, Whalley down the brae,
And Whalley, Whalley, by yon burnside--"
whereupon his song was interrupted by Whalley's giving chase to him,
which did not end till he had been led a dance half round the school
buildings, while the ground was left clear for Kenrick's expostulations.
Walter came up to him as cordially as usual, but stopped short in
surprise, when he caught the scornful lowering expression of his
friend's face; but as Kenrick did not speak at once, he took him by the
hand, and said, "Why, Ken, what's the matter?"
Kenrick very coldly withdrew his hand.
"Evson, I came to ask you if--whether--if you've been telling to any of
the fellows all about me; all I told you about my father?"
As Walter instantly remembered that he had mentioned the story to Power,
he could not at once say "No," but was about to explain.
"Telling any of the fellows all about you and your father?" he repeated;
"I didn't know--"
"Please, I don't want any excuses. If you haven't, it's easy to say
`No'; if you _have_, I only want you to say `Yes.'"
"But you never told me that I wasn't to--"
"Yes or no?" said Kenrick, with an impatient gesture.
"Well, I suppose I must say `Yes,' then; but hear me explain. I only
mentioned it to--"
"That's enough, thank you. I don't want to hear any more. I don't want
to know whom you mentioned it to;" and Kenrick turned short on his heel,
and began to walk off.
"But hear me, Ken," said Walter eagerly, walking after him, and laying
his hand on his shoulder.
"My name's Kenrick," said he, shaking off Walter's hand. "You may
apologise if you like; but even then I shan't speak to you again."
"I have nothing to apologise for. I only told--"
"I tell you I don't care whom you `only' told. It's `only' all over the
school. And it's not the `only' time you've behaved dishonourably."
"I don't understand you," said Walter, who was rapidly getting into as
great a passion as Kenrick.
"Betraying confidence is _almost_ as bad as breaking open desks, and
burning--" Such a taunt, coming from Kenrick, was base and cruel, and he
knew it to be so.
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