“Hook of Oriel? Rather shy man? Doesn’t talk much?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, he’s captain of the Oxford Rugger team, you see. I’m captain of the Soccer,” said Mr. Watson.
“So it was Hook you asked?” said Bob.
“Thank Heaven. You haven’t ruined my career, after all. Though I admit,” he added, kindly, “you did what you could.”
It is curious how everything seems to be all for the best. You would have thought that all my trouble had been wasted. But next day, to show his relief, Bob took me out and used some of father’s cheque in buying me the loveliest white “feathery” on earth; showing that out of evil cometh good, as our curate at home says.