"That doesn't sound like a præpostor," said Chips, speaking up for the Upper Sixth like a man after old Thrale's heart.
"You never know," said Jan.
The discussion was not prolonged. It was interrupted, first by a rising duet of invisible steps, and then by the apparition of Evan Devereux and his friend Sandham hurrying up the hill with glistening faces.
"Talk of the nobility and gentry!" said Chips, when the pair had passed with a greeting too curt to invite a stoppage. But Jan's chance phrase was not the only coincidence. The encounter had occurred at the very corner where the same four fellows had met by similar accident on the last Sunday of last term. Moreover Evan, like Chips, was wearing the præpostor's Sunday hat, while Sandham and Jan were in their ordinary school caps.
