"I know you're right.
I wish I could do it." "You wish!" exclaimed Riddell.

"Wishing will not do it." Wyndham looked hard at him once more, and answered, in agitated tones.
"I say, Riddell.

Do you know about it, then ?" "I think I do." At that moment a bell began to sound across the quadrangle.
"That's lock-up; I must go!" exclaimed Wyndham, wildly.

"For goodness' sake, don't tell any one, Riddell! Oh what a fool I have been!" And next moment he was gone.
Riddell continued to pace the room, half stupefied with bewilderment and misery.
"For goodness' sake, don't tell any one!" The cry rang in his ears till it drove him nearly mad.
Poor Wyndham! What must his state of mind be?
What must it have been all this time, with that miserable secret lurking there and poisoning his whole life?
And yet the chance had been given him, and he had clung to the secret still, and in the face of discovery had no other cry than this, "For goodness' sake, don't tell any one!" That evening, so jubilant all over Willoughby, was one of the most wretched Riddell ever spent..