If it is cleared up the credit of it will belong to you, I say." "Not much credit in getting a fellow expelled," said Riddell.
"Anyhow, it was to your credit sticking by young Wyndham as you did." "I was going to report him for it, though, the very day the matter was explained." "Well, all the more credit for making up your mind to an unpleasant duty like that when you might have shirked it." The bell for chapel began to ring at this point.
"There goes the bell," said Bloomfield.

"I say, how should you like to ask me to breakfast with you?
I'd ask you to my room, only our fellows would be so inquisitive." Riddell jumped at the hint with the utmost delight, and to all the marvels of that wonderful term was added this other, of the two Willoughby captains breakfasting _tete-a-tete_, partaking of coffee out of the same pot and toast cut off the same loaf.
They talked far more than they ate or drank.

It was more like the talk of two friends who had just met after a long separation, than of two schoolfellows who had sat shoulder to shoulder in the same class-room for weeks.

Bloomfield confided all his troubles, and failures, and disappointments, and Riddell confessed his mistakes, and discouragements, and anxieties.

And the Parrett's captain marvelled to think how he could have gone on all this term without finding out what a much finer fellow the captain of the school was than himself.