And Riddell reproached himself inwardly for never having made more serious efforts to secure the friendship of this honest, kind-hearted athlete, and gradually these secret thoughts oozed out in words.
Bloomfield, as was only natural and only right, took to himself most of the blame, although Riddell chivalrously insisted on claiming as much as ever he could.

And when at last this wonderful meal ended, a revolution had taken place in Willoughby which the unsuspecting school, as it breakfasted elsewhere, little dreamed of.
"Upon my honour we _have_ been fools," said Bloomfield: "that is, I have.

But we'll astonish the fellows soon, I fancy.

Do you know I've a good mind to break bounds or have a fight with some one just to make you give me an impot!" "As long as you don't do anything which calls for personal chastisement," said the captain, laughing, "I'll promise to oblige you." "I say," said Bloomfield, as the bell for first school was beginning to ring, "I'm glad we--that is I--have come to our senses before old Wyndham comes down.

His young brother has persuaded him to come and umpire for the school in the Templeton match." Riddell's face became troubled.
"I hope young Wyndham may be here himself.