I would try, at any rate, to get to the bottom of it before I was many hours older.
So I went in search of my cousin, who was a few months my senior, and a particular chum of Williams.
"I say, Arthur, what did Williams cut me dead for this morning ?" Arthur looked uncomfortable and said-- "How should I know ?" "You do know," said I, "and I want to know why." He coloured up, and made as though he would leave room.

But my blood was up, and I stepped across door.
"Tell me this," I said.

"Have these fellows cut on purpose or no ?" "However should--" "You do know.

Are they cutting me or no ?" He flushed up again, and then said hurriedly-- "Yes, we are!" Sub-Chapter II.
I AM BEATEN.
"Yes, we are." The reader may think it strange when I tell him that my first sensation on receiving this momentous announcement was one of almost amusement, I knew it was a mistake, and that I had done nothing to merit the sentence which had been passed upon me.

Draven's had put itself in the wrong, and I had pride enough to determine that I of all people was not going out of my way to put it right.
So I took my cousin's announcement coolly, and refrained from demanding any further explanations.
"Oh!" I said, with something like a sneer, and walked off; leaving him, so I flattered myself, rather snubbed.
I was boycotted! There was something a trifle flattering in the situation.