“Oh, I’ve got to give something to somebody,” he cried, and broke away.
He saw the Sixth Former from whom he had taken the pocket-mirror leaving the field with Durant. For a moment he hesitated; Durant had spoken in a pretty nasty way to him during the game. But he ran up to them.
“Maybe I ought to apologize for snatching this the way I did,” he said, holding out the mirror. Then, because something in the expression of the boy who took it won his confidence, he added on a whimsical impulse, “I hope it has n’t inconvenienced you—my keeping it.”
“I have n’t especially cared to look at myself since then,” the boy confessed with a smile. “You were all right, Crashaw.”
Edward gave him a look of respect as he turned away.
“What was that?” asked Durant. And then Edward heard him continue in a loud, disgusted voice, “Shelly, do you know, that’s the freshest young pup!”
Instantly all the pleasant things went out