Confess openly and be absolved.' While Evan spoke a word of angry reproof to Raikes, Harry had to be restrained by his two friends.

The rest of the company looked on with curiosity; the mouth of the chairman was bunched.

Drummond had his eyes on Evan, who was gazing steadily at the three.

Suddenly 'The fellow isn't a gentleman!' struck the attention of Mr.Raikes with alarming force.
Raikes--and it may be because he knew he could do more than Evan in this respect--vociferated: 'I'm the son of a gentleman!' Drummond, from the head of the table, saw that a diversion was imperative.

He leaned forward, and with a look of great interest said: 'Are you?
Pray, never disgrace your origin, then.' 'If the choice were offered me, I think I would rather have known his father,' said the smiling fellow, yawning, and rocking on his chair.
'You would, possibly, have been exceedingly intimate--with his right foot,' said Raikes.
The other merely remarked: 'Oh! that is the language of the son of a gentleman.' The tumult of irony, abuse, and retort, went on despite the efforts of Drummond and the chairman.