He's gone daft over the thing." Silk laughed.
"I'm afraid it'll be a blow to him, then.

Young fool.

I say, he was at his father confessor's last night.

I wonder if he'll let out about Saturday night ?" "Not he.

That is," said Gilks, viciously, "I don't think he will." "Well, it might be warmish for him if he did." "Very warmish," said Gilks, with a scowl, which it was just as well for Wyndham's comfort he did not see.
There was a silence, during which Gilks whistled to himself, and Silk regarded his ally with a smile.
"You are a nice boy!" he broke out presently.