"They always seem jolly thick," said the fag.

"By the way, Riddell, were you ever at Beamish's ?" "Beamish's?
No!" exclaimed Riddell.

"Why ?" "Oh," said Telson, "I only wanted to know what sort of place it was." "Not a good one.

There's a pretty strong rule against it in the school.
Bad job for any one caught going there." "I know, I'm not going; I only wanted to know what sort of place it was.
But I'm off, I've got a motion on in Parliament to-morrow.

I say, Riddell, I wish you hadn't left the schoolhouse." And off went the junior, leaving Riddell somewhat perplexed by his chatter, but considerably consoled nevertheless to think that there was any one in the schoolhouse, or anywhere, who was sorry to lose him.
However, the same reason which took Telson away left Riddell also little time to spend in vague reflections.