_They_ understood him.

These fellows didn't.

_They_ knew he was not an idiot.

These fellows didn't.
Further reflection was cut short by a loud call to order and cheers, as Yorke, the captain, rose to his feet.
Every one liked Yorke.

As captain of the School even the Moderns looked up to him, and were forced to admit that he was a credit to Fellsgarth.
In Wakefield's, his own house, he was naturally an idol.