"No; you didn't."
"Well, I never supposed it would interest you."
"Although I told you I knew something about him at home!"
The two were facing each other, eye to eye. Those of Jan were filled with a furious suspicion.
"I wonder you didn't speak to him just now," remarked Carpenter, looking at his nails.
"He never saw me; besides, I'd gone and said all I'd got to say to him yesterday in his study."
"I see."
"Didn't Devereux tell you I'd been to see him?"
"Oh, I think he said he'd seen you, but that was all."
"At breakfast this morning?"
"Yes."
"Did Heriot ask him anything about me?"
"No."
"Has he told you anything about me at home, Chips?"
"Hardly anything."
"How much?"
"Only that he hardly knew you; that was all," declared Carpenter, looking Jan in the face once more. "And I must say I don't see what you're driving at, Rutter!"
"You'd better go and ask Devereux," said Jan, unworthily; but, as luck would have it, he could not have diverted his companion's thoughts more speedily if he had tried.
"Devereux? I don't go near him!" he cried. "He promised to wait for me after chapel, and he cut me for those fellows we saw him with just now."
"Although you were friends at the same private school?"
