But I say, I'm awfully sorry about last week." "Oh! it doesn't matter," said Wyndham, who could not help being rather gratified to hear a monitor making apologies to him; "only I don't mean to go down again." "No, of course not; and if Gilks suggests it I'll back you up.

By the way," he added, in tones of feigned alarm, "I suppose you didn't tell him about going to Beamish's, did you ?" "No," said Wyndham, whose conscience had already reproached him several times for not having confessed the fact.
"I'm awfully glad of that," said Silk, apparently much relieved.
"Whatever you do, keep that quiet." "Why ?" said Wyndham, rather concerned.
"My dear fellow, if that got out--well, I don't know what would happen." "Why, is it a bad place, then ?" "Oh, no, not at all," laughed Silk with a mysterious wink.

"All serene for follows like Gilks; but if it was known we'd taken _you_ there, we'd be done for." Wyndham began to feel he had had a narrow escape of "doing" for his two patrons without knowing it.
"Promise you won't tell anybody," said Silk.
"Of course I won't," said Wyndham, rather scornful at the idea of telling tales of a schoolfellow.
"Thanks; and I'll take care and say nothing about you, and Gilks won't either, I know.

So it'll be all right.

I don't know what possessed the fellow to suggest going in there." All this was somewhat perplexing to Wyndham.