"I don't know that I shall accept it--for myself.

The facts had better be known." "Well, you'd better think of the rest of us," said Meyrick.

"It would hit Robertson uncommonly hard if he were sent down.

If Radowitz is badly hurt, and the story gets out, they won't play him for the Eleven--" "If he's badly hurt, it will get out," said Falloden coolly.
"Well, let it alone, anyway, till we see." Falloden nodded--"Barring a private friend or two.

Well, I must dress." When he opened the door again, Meyrick was gone.
In an unbearable fit of restlessness, Falloden went out, passed Marmion, looked into the quad which was absolutely silent and deserted, and found his way aimlessly to the Parks.
He must see Constance Bledlow, somehow, before the story reached her from other sources, and before everybody separated for the vac.