"It's Meyrick--and Robertson." "I don't care if you do," said Radowitz coldly.

"What do you want ?" The two men came in, stepping softly.

One was fair and broad-shouldered.
The other exceedingly dark and broad-shouldered.

Each was a splendid specimen of the university athlete.

And two more sheepish and hang-dog individuals it would have been difficult to find.
"We've come to apologise," said Meyrick, standing by the bed, his hands in his pockets, looking down on Radowitz.