The two monitors felt hurt at this; it was like a direct snub aimed at them, and, considering the quarter from which it came, they did not like it at all.
"This sort of thing won't do," said Gilks to his friend one day, shortly after Riddell's talk with Wyndham.

"The young 'un's cut our acquaintance." "Hope we shall recover in time," said Silk, sneering.

"Yes; he's gone decidedly `pi.' the last week." "It's all that reverend prig's doing!" growled Gilks.

"I mean to spoil his little game for him, though," added he.

"How'll you do it ?" asked Silk.