But I hope he won't be too hard on Gilks if he does.

I never saw a fellow so broken-down and sorry.

He quite broke down just now at the station as he was starting." "Poor fellow!" said Bloomfield.

"The fellows won't take the trouble to abuse him much now he's gone." At this point two Parrett's juniors came past.

They were Lawkins and Pringle, two of the noisiest and most impudent of their respectable fraternity.
Among their innocent amusements, that of hooting the captain had long been a favourite, and at the sight of him now, as they concluded, in altercation with their own hero, they thought they detected a magnificent opening for a little demonstration.
"Hullo! Booh! Fiddle de Riddell!" cried Pringle, jocosely, from a safe distance.
"Who cut the rudder-lines?
Cheat! Kick him out!" echoed Lawkins.
The captain, who was accustomed to elegant compliments of this kind from the infant lips of Willoughby, took about as much notice of them now as he usually did.