Wedderburn and Miss Haysman were talking of a performance of The Meistersingers when she came up to them.
"Have you heard?" she said.
"Heard what?"
"There was cheating in the examination."
"Cheating!" said Wedderburn, with his face suddenly hot. "How?"
"That slide———"
"Moved? Never!"
"It was. That slide that we weren't to move———"
"Nonsense!" said Wedderburn. "Why! How could they find out? Who do they say———?"
"It was Mr. Hill."
"Hill!"
"Mr. Hill!"
"Not—surely not the immaculate Hill?" said Wedderburn, recovering.
"I don't believe it," said Miss Haysman. "How do you know?"
"I didn't," said the girl in spectacles. "But I know it now for a fact. Mr. Hill went and confessed to Professor Bindon himself."
"By Jove!" said Wedderburn. "Hill of all people. But I am always inclined to distrust these philanthropists-on-principle———"
"Are you quite sure?" said Miss Haysman, with a catch in her breath.
"Quite. It's dreadful, isn't it? But, you know, what can you expect? His father is a cobbler."
Then Miss Haysman astonished the girl in spectacles.
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