—It's a stinking mean thing, that's what it is, said Fleming in the corridor as the classes were passing out in file to the refectory, to pandy a fellow for what is not his fault.
—You really broke your glasses by accident, didn't you? Nasty roche asked.
Stephen felt his heart filled by Fleming's words and did not answer.
—Of course he did! said Fleming. I wouldn't stand it. I'd go up and tell the rector on him.
—Yes, said Cecil Thunder eagerly, and I saw him lift the pandybat over his shoulder and he's not allowed to do that.