"That's for him to decide. Speaking at a venture, I should say
""You don't think
?""The boot. The swift and sudden boot. I shall be sorry to part with you, but I'm afraid it's a case of 'Au revoir, my little Hyacinth.' We shall meet at Philippi. This is my Moscow. To-morrow I shall go out into the night with one long, choking sob. Years hence a whitehaired bank-clerk will tap at your door when you're a prosperous professional cricketer with your photograph in Wisden. That'll be me. Well, I suppose I'd better go down. We'd better all get to bed some time to-night. Don't go to sleep."
"Not likely."
"I'll tell you all the latest news when I come back. Where are me slippers? Ha, 'tis well! Lead on, then, minions. I follow."
In the study Mr. Wain was fumbling restlessly with his papers when Wyatt appeared.
"Sit down, James," he said.
Wyatt sat down. One of his slippers fell off with a clatter. Mr. Wain jumped nervously.
"Only my slipper," explained Wyatt. "It slipped."
Mr. Wain took up a pen, and began to tap the table.
"Well, James?"
Wyatt said nothing.
"I should be glad to hear your explanation of this disgraceful matter."
"The fact is
" said Wyatt."Well?"
"I haven't one, sir."
"What were you doing out of your dormitory, out of the house, at that hour?"
"I went for a walk, sir."
"And, may I inquire, are you in the habit of violating the strictest school rules by absenting yourself from the house during the night?"
"Yes, sir."