Neil viewed him in surprise.
"A confession?
You haven't murdered the Dean, have you ?" "No.

It--it's something rather different.

I don't believe that it will make any difference in our--our friendship, but--it might." "It won't," said Neil.

"Now, fire ahead." "Well, you recollect the day you found me on the way from the field and pushed me back to college ?" "Of course.

Your old ice-wagon had broken down and I--" "That's it," interrupted Sydney, with a little embarrassed laugh.