CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE.
A TRANSFORMATION SCENE.
Willoughby little dreamed that night, as it went to bed, of the revolutions and changes of the day which had just passed.
It knew that Silk and Gilks had been reported for fighting, and naturally concluded that they had also been punished.

It had heard, too, a rumour of young Wyndham's having been "gated" for breaking bounds.
But beyond that it knew nothing.

Nothing of the treaty of peace between the two captains, of the discovery of the boat-race mystery, of the double expulsion that was impending.
And still less did it dream of the unwonted scene which was taking place that evening in the captain's study.
Riddell and Gilks sat and talked far into the night.
I am not going to describe that talk.

Let the reader imagine it.
Let him imagine all that a sympathetic and honest fellow like Riddell could say to cheer and encourage a broken-down penitent like Gilks.

And let him imagine all that that forlorn, expelled boy, who had only just discovered that he had a friend in Willoughby, would have to say on this last night at the old school.
It was a relief to him to unburden his mind, and Riddell encouraged him to do it.