"True
Happiness
is
to
be
sought
in
Contentment
.
"
He
saw
the
prospect
of
a
tolerably
severe
flogging
growing
more
and
more
distinct
,
and
felt
that
he
could
not
present
himself
to
his
family
with
the
consciousness
of
having
suffered
such
an
indelible
disgrace
.
His
family
!
What
would
become
of
them
in
his
absence
?
Would
he
ever
see
his
comfortable
home
in
Bayswater
again
?
Tea-time
came
,
and
after
it
evening
preparation
,
when
Mr.
Tinkler
presided
in
a
feeble
and
ineffective
manner
,
perpetually
suspecting
that
the
faint
sniggers
he
heard
were
indulged
in
at
his
own
expense
,
and
calling
perfectly
innocent
victims
to
account
for
them
.
Paul
sat
next
to
Jolland
and
,
in
his
desperate
anxiety
to
avoid
further
unpleasantness
,
found
himself
,
as
he
could
not
for
his
life
have
written
a
Latin
or
a
German
composition
,
reduced
to
copy
down
his
neighbour
's
exercises
.
This
Jolland
(
who
had
looked
forward
to
an
arrangement
of
a
very
opposite
kind
)
nevertheless
cheerfully
allowed
him
to
do
,
though
he
expressed
doubts
as
to
the
wisdom
of
a
servile
imitation
—
more
,
perhaps
,
from
prudence
than
conscientiousness
.
Jolland
,
in
the
intervals
of
study
,
was
deeply
engaged
in
the
production
of
a
small
illustrated
work
of
fiction
,
which
he
was
pleased
to
call
The
Adventures
of
Ben
Buterkin
at
Scool
.
It
was
in
a
great
measure
an
autobiography
,
and
the
cuts
depicting
the
hero
's
flagellations
—
which
were
frequent
in
the
course
of
the
narrative
—
were
executed
with
much
vigour
and
feeling
.
He
turned
out
a
great
number
of
these
works
in
the
course
of
the
term
,
as
well
as
faces
in
pen
and
ink
with
moving
tongues
and
rolling
eyes
,
and
these
he
would
present
to
a
few
favoured
friends
with
a
secretive
and
self-depreciatory
giggle
.
Amidst
scenes
and
companions
like
these
,
Paul
sat
out
the
evening
hours
on
his
hard
seat
,
which
was
just
at
the
junction
of
two
forms
—
an
exquisitely
uncomfortable
position
,
as
all
who
have
tried
it
will
acknowledge
—
until
the
time
for
going
to
bed
came
round
again
.
He
dreaded
the
hours
of
darkness
,
but
there
was
no
help
for
it
—
to
protest
would
have
been
madness
just
then
,
and
,
once
more
,
he
was
forced
to
pass
a
night
under
the
roof
of
Crichton
House
.
It
was
even
worse
than
the
first
,
though
this
was
greatly
owing
to
his
own
obstinacy
.
The
boys
,
if
less
subdued
,
were
in
better
temper
than
the
evening
before
,
and
found
it
troublesome
to
keep
up
a
feud
when
the
first
flush
of
resentment
had
died
out
.
There
was
a
general
disposition
to
forget
his
departure
from
the
code
of
schoolboy
honour
,
and
give
him
an
opportunity
of
retrieving
the
past
.
But
he
would
not
meet
them
half-way
;
his
repeated
repulses
by
the
Doctor
and
all
the
difficulties
that
beset
his
return
to
freedom
had
made
him
very
sulky
and
snappish
.
He
had
not
patience
or
adaptability
enough
to
respond
to
their
advances
,
and
only
shrank
from
their
rough
good
nature
—
which
naturally
checked
the
current
of
good
feeling
.
Then
,
when
the
lights
were
put
out
,
some
one
demanded
a
story
.
Most
of
the
bedrooms
possessed
a
professional
story-teller
,
and
in
one
there
was
a
young
romancist
who
began
a
stirring
history
the
very
first
night
of
the
term
,
which
always
ran
on
until
the
night
before
the
holidays
,
and
,
if
his
hearers
were
apt
to
yawn
at
the
sixth
week
of
it
,
he
himself
enjoyed
and
believed
in
it
keenly
from
beginning
to
end
.
Dick
Bultitude
had
been
a
valued
raconteur
,
it
appeared
,
and
his
father
found
accordingly
,
to
his
disgust
,
that
he
was
expected
to
amuse
them
with
a
story
.
When
he
clearly
understood
the
idea
,
he
rejected
it
with
so
savage
a
snarl
,
that
he
soon
found
it
necessary
to
retire
under
the
bedclothes
to
escape
the
general
indignation
that
followed
.
Finding
that
he
did
not
actively
resent
it
(
the
real
Dick
would
have
had
the
occupant
of
the
nearest
bed
out
by
the
ears
in
a
minute
!
)
,
they
profited
by
his
prudence
to
come
to
his
bedside
,
where
they
pillowed
his
weary
head
(
with
their
own
pillows
)
till
the
slight
offered
them
was
more
than
avenged
.
After
that
,
Mr.
Bultitude
,
with
the
breath
half
beaten
out
of
his
body
,
lay
writhing
and
spluttering
on
his
hard
,
rough
bed
till
long
after
silence
had
fallen
over
the
adjoining
beds
,
and
the
sleepy
hum
of
talk
in
the
other
bedrooms
had
died
away
.
Then
he
,
too
,
drifted
off
into
wild
and
troubled
dreams
,
which
,
at
their
maddest
,
were
scattered
into
blankness
by
a
sudden
and
violent
shock
,
which
jerked
him
,
clutching
and
grasping
at
nothing
,
on
to
the
cold
,
bare
boards
,
where
he
rolled
,
shivering
.
"
An
earthquake
!
"
he
thought
,
"
an
explosion
...
gas
—
or
dynamite
!
He
must
go
and
call
the
children
...
Boaler
...
the
plate
!
"
But
the
reality
to
which
he
woke
was
worse
still
.
Tipping
and
Coker
had
been
patiently
pinching
themselves
to
keep
awake
until
their
enemy
should
be
soundly
asleep
,
in
order
to
enjoy
the
exquisite
pleasure
of
letting
down
the
mattress
;
and
,
too
dazed
and
frightened
even
to
swear
,
Paul
gathered
up
his
bedclothes
and
tried
to
draw
them
about
him
as
well
as
he
might
,
and
seek
sleep
,
which
had
lost
its
security
.
The
Garudâ
Stone
had
done
one
grim
and
cruel
piece
of
work
at
least
in
its
time
.
7.
Cutting
the
Knot
"
A
Crowd
is
not
Company
;
And
Faces
are
but
a
Gallery
of
Pictures
;
And
Talke
but
a
Tinckling
Cymball
,
where
there
is
no
Love
.
"
Once
more
Mr.
Bultitude
rose
betimes
,
dressed
noiselessly
,
and
stole
down
to
the
cold
schoolroom
,
where
one
gas-jet
was
burning
palely
—
for
the
morning
was
raw
and
foggy
.
This
time
,
however
,
he
was
not
alone
.
Mr.
Blinkhorn
was
sitting
at
his
little
table
in
the
corner
,
correcting
exercises
,
with
his
chilly
hands
cased
in
worsted
mittens
.
He
looked
up
as
Paul
came
in
,
and
nodded
kindly
.
Paul
went
straight
to
the
fire
,
and
stood
staring
into
it
with
lack-lustre
eye
,
too
apathetic
even
to
be
hopeless
,
for
the
work
of
enlightening
the
Doctor
seemed
more
terrible
and
impossible
than
ever
,
and
he
began
to
see
that
,
if
the
only
way
of
escape
lay
there
,
he
had
better
make
up
his
mind
with
what
philosophy
he
could
to
adapt
himself
to
his
altered
circumstances
,
and
stay
on
for
the
rest
of
the
term
.
But
the
prospect
was
so
doleful
and
so
blank
,
that
he
drew
a
heavy
sigh
as
he
thought
of
it
.
Mr.
Blinkhorn
heard
it
,
and
rose
awkwardly
from
the
rickety
little
writing-table
,
knocking
over
a
pile
of
marble-covered
copy-books
as
he
did
so
.
Then
he
crossed
over
to
Paul
and
laid
a
hand
gently
on
his
shoulder
.
"
Look
here
,
"
he
said
:
"
why
do
n't
you
confide
in
me
?
Do
you
think
I
'm
blind
to
what
has
happened
to
you
?
I
can
see
the
change
in
you
—
if
others
cannot
.
Why
not
trust
me
?
"
Mr.
Bultitude
looked
up
into
his
face
,
which
had
an
honest
interest
and
kindliness
in
it
,
and
his
heart
warmed
with
a
faint
hope
.
If
this
young
man
had
been
shrewd
enough
to
guess
at
his
unhappy
secret
,
might
he
not
be
willing
to
intercede
with
the
Doctor
for
him
?
He
looked
good-natured
—
he
would
trust
him
.
"
Do
you
mean
to
say
really
,
"
he
asked
,
with
more
cordiality
than
he
had
spoken
for
a
long
time
,
"
that
you
—
see
—
the
—
a
—
the
difference
?
"
"
I
saw
it
almost
directly
,
"
said
Mr.
Blinkhorn
,
with
mild
triumph
.
"
That
's
the
most
extraordinary
thing
,
"
said
Paul
,
"
and
yet
it
ought
to
be
evident
enough
,
to
be
sure
.
But
no
,
you
ca
n't
have
guessed
the
real
state
of
things
!
"
"
Listen
,
and
stop
me
if
I
'm
wrong
.
Within
the
last
few
days
a
great
change
has
been
at
work
within
you
.
You
are
not
the
idle
,
thoughtless
,
mischievous
boy
who
left
here
for
his
holidays
—
—
"
"
No
,
"
said
Paul
,
"
I
'll
swear
I
'm
not
!
"
"
There
is
no
occasion
for
such
strong
expressions
.
But
,
at
all
events
,
you
come
back
here
an
altogether
different
being
.
Am
I
right
in
saying
so
?
"
"
Perfectly
,
"
said
Paul
,
overjoyed
at
being
so
thoroughly
understood
,
"
perfectly
.
You
're
a
very
intelligent
young
man
,
sir
.
Shake
hands
.
Why
,
I
should
n't
be
surprised
,
after
that
,
if
you
knew
how
it
all
happened
?
"
"
That
too
,
"
said
Mr.
Blinkhorn
smiling
,
"
I
can
guess
.
It
arose
,
I
doubt
not
,
in
a
wish
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
cried
Paul
,
"
you
've
hit
it
again
.
You
're
a
conjurer
,
sir
,
by
Gad
you
are
!
"
"
Do
n't
say
'
by
Gad
,
'
Bultitude
;
it
's
inconsistent
.
It
began
,
I
was
saying
,
in
a
wish
,
half
unconscious
perhaps
,
to
be
something
other
than
what
you
had
been
—
—
"
"
I
was
a
fool
,
"
groaned
Mr.
Bultitude
,
"
yes
,
that
was
the
way
it
began
!
"
"
Then
insensibly
the
wish
worked
a
gradual
transformation
in
your
nature
(
you
are
old
enough
to
follow
me
?
)
.
"
"
Old
enough
for
him
to
follow
me
!
"
thought
Paul
;
but
he
was
too
pleased
to
be
annoyed
.
"
Hardly
gradual
I
should
say
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
"
But
go
on
,
sir
,
pray
go
on
.
I
see
you
know
all
about
it
.
"
"
At
first
the
other
part
of
you
struggled
against
the
new
feelings
.
You
strove
to
forget
them
—
you
even
tried
to
resume
your
old
habits
,
your
former
way
of
life
—
but
to
no
purpose
;
and
when
you
came
here
,
you
found
no
fellowship
amongst
your
companions
—
—
"
"
Quite
out
of
the
question
!
"
said
Paul
.
"
Their
pleasures
give
you
no
delight
—
—
"
"
Not
a
bit
!
"
"
They
,
on
their
side
,
perhaps
misunderstand
your
lack
of
interest
in
their
pursuits
.
They
cannot
see
—
how
should
they
?
—
that
you
have
altered
your
mode
of
life
,
and
when
they
catch
the
difference
between
you
and
the
Richard
Bultitude
they
knew
,
why
,
they
are
apt
to
resent
it
.
"
"
They
are
,
"
agreed
Mr.
Bultitude
:
"
they
resent
it
in
a
confounded
disagreeable
way
,
you
know
.
Why
,
I
assure
you
,
that
only
last
night
I
was
—
—
"
"
Hush
,
"
said
Mr.
Blinkhorn
,
holding
up
one
hand
,
"
complaints
are
unmanly
.
But
I
see
you
wonder
at
my
knowing
all
this
?
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Paul
,
"
I
am
rather
surprised
.
"
"
What
would
you
say
if
I
told
you
I
had
undergone
it
myself
in
my
time
?
"
"
You
do
n't
mean
to
tell
me
there
are
two
Garudâ
Stones
in
this
miserable
world
!
"
cried
Paul
,
thoroughly
astonished
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
you
mean
now
,
but
I
can
say
with
truth
that
I
too
have
had
my
experiences
—
my
trials
.
Months
ago
,
from
certain
signs
,
I
noticed
,
I
foresaw
that
this
was
coming
upon
you
.
"
"
Then
,
"
said
Mr.
Bultitude
,
"
I
think
,
in
common
decency
,
you
might
have
warned
me
.
A
post-card
would
have
done
it
.
I
should
have
been
better
prepared
to
meet
this
,
then
!
"
"
It
would
have
been
worse
than
fruitless
to
attempt
to
hurry
on
the
crisis
.
It
might
have
even
prevented
what
I
fondly
hoped
would
come
to
pass
.
"
"
Fondly
hoped
!
"
said
Paul
,
"
upon
my
word
you
speak
plainly
,
sir
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mr.
Blinkhorn
.
"
You
see
I
knew
the
Dick
Bultitude
that
was
,
so
well
;
he
was
frolicksome
,
impulsive
,
mischievous
even
,
but
under
it
all
there
lay
a
nature
of
sterling
worth
.
"
"
Sterling
worth
!
"
cried
Paul
.
"
A
scoundrel
,
I
tell
you
,
a
heartless
,
selfish
young
scoundrel
.
Call
things
by
their
right
names
,
if
you
please
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
said
Mr.
Blinkhorn
,
"
this
extreme
self-depreciation
is
morbid
,
very
morbid
.
There
was
no
actual
vice
.
"
"
No
actual
vice
!
Why
,
God
bless
my
soul
,
do
you
call
ingratitude
—
the
basest
,
most
unfilial
,
most
treacherous
ingratitude
—
no
vice
,
sir
?
You
may
be
a
very
excellent
young
man
,
but
if
you
gloss
over
things
in
that
fashion
,
your
moral
sense
must
be
perverted
,
sir
—
strangely
perverted
.
"
"
There
were
faults
on
both
sides
,
I
fear
,
"
said
Mr.
Blinkhorn
,
growing
a
little
scandalised
by
the
boy
's
odd
warmth
of
expression
.
"
I
have
heard
something
of
what
you
had
to
bear
with
.
On
the
one
hand
,
a
father
,
undemonstrative
,
stern
,
easily
provoked
;
on
the
other
,
a
son
,
thoughtless
,
forgetful
,
and
at
times
it
may
be
even
wilful
.
But
you
are
too
sensitive
;
you
think
too
much
of
what
seems
to
me
a
not
unnatural
(
although
of
course
improper
)
protest
against
coldness
and
injustice
.
I
should
be
the
last
to
encourage
a
child
against
a
parent
,
but
,
to
comfort
your
self-reproach
,
I
think
it
right
to
assure
you
that
,
in
my
judgment
,
the
outburst
you
refer
to
was
very
excusable
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
said
Paul
,
"
you
do
?
You
call
that
comfort
?
Excusable
!
Why
,
what
the
dooce
do
you
mean
,
sir
?
You
're
taking
the
other
side
now
!
"
"
This
is
not
the
language
of
penitence
,
Bultitude
,
"
said
poor
Mr.
Blinkhorn
,
disheartened
and
bewildered
.
"
Remember
,
you
have
put
off
the
Old
Man
now
!
"
"
I
'm
not
likely
to
forget
that
,
"
said
Paul
;
"
I
only
wish
I
could
see
my
way
to
putting
him
on
again
!
"
"
You
want
to
be
your
old
self
again
?
"
gasped
Mr.
Blinkhorn
.
"
Why
,
of
course
I
do
,
"
said
Paul
angrily
;
"
I
'm
not
an
idiot
!
"
"
You
are
weary
of
the
struggle
so
soon
?
"
said
the
other
with
reproach
.
"
Weary
?
I
tell
you
I
'm
sick
of
it
!
If
I
had
only
known
what
was
in
store
for
me
before
I
had
made
such
a
fool
of
myself
!
"
"
This
is
horrible
!
"
said
Mr.
Blinkhorn
—
"
I
ought
not
to
listen
to
you
.
"
"
But
you
must
,
"
urged
Paul
;
"
I
tell
you
I
ca
n't
stand
it
any
longer
.
I
'm
not
fit
for
it
at
my
age
.
You
must
see
that
yourself
,
and
you
must
make
Grimstone
see
it
too
!
"
"
Never
!
"
said
Mr.
Blinkhorn
firmly
.
"
Nor
do
I
see
how
that
would
help
you
.
I
will
not
let
you
go
back
in
this
deplorable
way
.
You
must
nerve
yourself
to
go
on
now
in
the
path
you
have
chosen
;
you
must
force
your
schoolfellows
to
love
and
respect
you
in
your
new
character
.
Come
,
take
courage
!
After
all
,
in
spite
of
your
altered
life
,
there
is
no
reason
why
you
should
not
be
a
frank
and
happy-hearted
boy
,
you
know
.
"
"
A
frank
and
happy-hearted
fiddlestick
!
"
cried
Paul
rudely
(
he
was
so
disgusted
at
the
suggestion
)
;
"
do
n't
talk
rubbish
,
sir
!
I
thought
you
were
going
to
show
me
some
way
out
of
all
this
,
and
instead
of
that
,
knowing
the
shameful
way
I
've
been
treated
,
you
can
stand
there
and
calmly
recommend
me
to
stay
on
here
and
be
happy-hearted
and
frank
!
"
"
You
must
be
calm
,
Bultitude
,
or
I
shall
leave
you
.
Listen
to
reason
.
You
are
here
for
your
good
.
Youth
,
it
has
been
beautifully
said
,
is
the
springtime
of
life
.
Though
you
may
not
believe
it
,
you
will
never
be
happier
than
you
are
now
.
Our
schooldays
are
—
—
"
But
Mr.
Bultitude
could
not
tamely
be
mocked
with
the
very
platitudes
that
had
brought
him
all
his
misery
—
he
cut
the
master
short
in
a
violent
passion
.
"
This
is
too
much
!
"
he
cried
—
"
you
shall
not
palm
off
that
miserable
rubbish
on
me
.
I
see
through
it
.
It
's
a
plot
to
keep
me
here
,
and
you
're
in
it
.
It
's
false
imprisonment
,
and
I
'll
write
to
the
Times
.
I
'll
expose
the
whole
thing
!
"
"
This
violence
is
only
ridiculous
,
"
said
Mr.
Blinkhorn
.
"
If
I
were
not
too
pained
by
it
,
I
should
feel
it
my
duty
to
report
your
language
to
the
Doctor
.
As
it
is
,
you
have
bitterly
disappointed
me
;
I
ca
n't
understand
it
at
all
.
You
seemed
so
subdued
,
so
softened
lately
.
But
until
you
come
to
me
and
say
you
regret
this
,
I
must
decline
to
have
anything
more
to
say
to
you
.
Take
your
book
and
sit
down
in
your
place
!
"
And
he
went
back
to
his
exercises
,
looking
puzzled
and
pained
.
The
fact
was
,
he
was
an
ardent
believer
in
the
Good
Boy
of
a
certain
order
of
school
tales
—
the
boy
who
is
seized
with
a
sudden
conviction
of
the
intrinsic
baseness
of
boyhood
,
and
does
all
in
his
power
to
get
rid
of
the
harmful
taint
;
the
boy
who
renounces
his
old
comrades
and
his
natural
tastes
(
which
after
all
seldom
have
any
serious
harm
in
them
)
,
to
don
a
panoply
of
priggishness
which
is
too
often
kick-proof
.
This
kind
of
boy
is
rare
enough
at
most
English
schools
,
but
Mr.
Blinkhorn
had
been
educated
at
a
large
Nonconformist
College
,
where
"
Revivals
"
and
"
Awakenings
"
were
periodical
,
and
undoubtedly
did
produce
changes
of
character
violent
enough
,
but
sadly
short
in
duration
.
He
was
always
waiting
for
some
such
boy
to
come
to
him
with
his
confession
of
moral
worthlessness
and
vows
of
unnatural
perfection
,
and
was
too
simple
and
earnest
and
good
himself
to
realise
that
such
states
of
the
youthful
mind
are
not
unfrequently
merely
morbid
and
hysterical
,
and
too
often
degenerate
into
Pharisaism
,
or
worse
still
,
hypocrisy
.
So
when
he
noticed
Mr.
Bultitude
's
silence
and
depression
,
his
studied
withdrawal
from
the
others
and
his
evident
want
of
sympathy
with
them
,
he
believed
he
saw
the
symptoms
of
a
conscience
at
work
,
and
that
he
had
found
his
reformed
boy
at
last
.
It
was
a
very
unfortunate
misunderstanding
,
for
it
separated
Paul
from
,
perhaps
,
the
only
person
who
would
have
had
the
guilelessness
to
believe
his
incredible
story
,
and
the
good
nature
to
help
him
to
find
escape
from
his
misfortunes
.
Mr.
Bultitude
on
his
part
was
more
angry
and
disgusted
than
ever
.
He
began
to
see
that
there
was
a
muddle
somewhere
,
and
that
his
identity
was
unsuspected
still
.
This
young
man
,
for
all
his
fair
speaking
and
pretended
shrewdness
,
was
no
conjurer
after
all
.
He
was
left
to
rely
on
his
own
resources
,
and
he
had
begun
to
lose
all
confidence
in
their
power
to
extricate
him
.
As
he
brooded
over
this
,
the
boys
straggled
down
as
before
,
and
looked
over
their
lessons
for
the
day
in
a
dull
,
lifeless
manner
.
The
cold
,
unsatisfying
breakfast
,
and
the
half-hour
assigned
to
"
chevy
,
"
followed
in
due
course
,
and
after
that
Paul
found
himself
set
down
with
a
class
to
await
the
German
master
,
Herr
Stohwasser
.
He
had
again
tried
to
pull
himself
together
and
approach
the
Doctor
with
his
protest
,
but
no
sooner
did
he
find
himself
near
his
presence
than
his
heart
began
to
leap
wildly
and
then
retired
down
towards
his
boots
,
leaving
him
hoarse
,
palpitating
,
and
utterly
blank
of
ideas
.
It
was
no
use
—
and
he
resigned
himself
for
yet
another
day
of
unwelcome
instruction
.
The
class
was
in
a
little
room
on
the
basement
floor
,
with
a
linen-press
taking
up
one
side
,
some
bare
white
deal
tables
and
forms
,
and
,
on
the
walls
,
a
few
coloured
German
prints
.
They
sat
there
talking
and
laughing
,
taking
no
notice
of
Mr.
Bultitude
,
until
the
German
master
made
his
appearance
.
He
was
by
no
means
a
formidable
person
,
though
stout
and
tall
.
He
wore
big
round
owlish
spectacles
,
and
his
pale
broad
face
and
long
nose
,
combined
with
a
wild
crop
of
light
hair
and
a
fierce
beard
,
gave
him
the
incongruous
appearance
of
a
sheep
looking
out
of
a
gun-port
.
He
took
his
place
with
an
air
of
tremendous
determination
to
enforce
a
hard
morning
's
work
on
the
book
they
were
reading
—
a
play
of
Schiller
's
,
of
the
plot
of
which
,
it
is
needless
to
say
,
no
one
of
his
pupils
had
or
cared
to
have
the
vaguest
notion
,
having
long
since
condemned
the
whole
subject
,
with
insular
prejudice
,
as
"
rot
.
"
"
Now
,
please
,
"
said
Herr
Stohwasser
,
"
where
we
left
off
last
term
.
Third
act
,
first
scene
—
Court
before
Tell
's
house
.
Tell
is
vid
the
carpenter
axe
,
Hedwig
vid
a
domestig
labour
occupied
.
Walter
and
Wilhelm
in
the
depth
sport
with
a
liddle
gross-bow
.
Biddlegom
,
you
begin
.
Walter
(
sings
)
.
"
But
Biddlecomb
was
in
a
conversational
mood
,
and
willing
to
postpone
the
task
of
translation
,
so
he
merely
inquired
,
with
an
air
of
extreme
interest
,
how
Herr
Stohwasser
's
German
Grammar
was
getting
on
.
This
was
a
subject
on
which
(
as
he
perhaps
knew
)
the
German
never
could
resist
enlarging
,
for
in
common
with
most
German
masters
,
he
was
giving
birth
to
a
new
Grammar
,
which
,
from
the
daring
originality
of
its
plan
,
and
its
extreme
simplicity
,
was
destined
to
supersede
all
other
similar
works
.
"
Ach
,
"
he
said
,
"
it
is
brogressing
.
I
haf
just
gompleted
a
gomprehensive
table
of
ze
irregular
virps
,
vith
ze
eggserzizes
upon
zem
.
And
zere
is
further
an
appendeeks
which
in
itself
gontains
a
goncise
view
of
all
ze
vort-blays
possible
in
the
Charman
tong
.
But
,
come
,
let
us
gontinue
vith
our
Tell
!
"
"
What
are
vort-blays
?
"
persisted
Biddlecomb
insidiously
,
having
no
idea
of
continuing
with
his
Tell
just
yet
.
"
A
vort-blay
,
"
exclaimed
Herr
Stohwasser
;
"
it
is
English
,
nicht
so
?
A
sporting
vid
vorts
—
a
'
galembour
'
—
a
—
Gott
pless
me
,
vat
you
call
a
'
pon
.
'
"
"
Like
the
one
you
made
when
you
were
a
young
man
?
"
Jolland
called
out
from
the
lower
end
of
the
table
.
"
Yes
;
tell
us
the
one
you
made
when
you
were
a
young
man
,
"
the
class
entreated
,
with
flattering
eagerness
.
Herr
Stohwasser
began
to
laugh
with
slow
,
deep
satisfaction
;
the
satisfaction
of
a
successful
achievement
.
"
Hah
,
you
remember
dat
!
"
he
said
,
"
ah
,
yes
,
I
make
him
when
a
yong
man
;
but
,
mind
you
,
he
was
not
a
pon
—
he
was
a
'
choke
.
'
I
haf
told
you
all
about
him
before
.
"
"
We
've
forgotten
it
,
"
said
Biddlecomb
:
"
tell
it
us
again
.
"
As
a
matter
of
fact
this
joke
,
in
all
its
lights
,
was
tolerably
familiar
to
most
of
them
by
this
time
,
but
,
either
on
its
individual
merits
,
or
perhaps
because
it
compared
favourably
with
the
sterner
alternative
of
translating
,
it
was
periodically
in
request
,
and
always
met
with
evergreen
appreciation
.
Herr
Stohwasser
beamed
with
the
pride
of
authorship
.
Like
the
celebrated
Scotchman
,
he
"
jocked
wi
'
deeficulty
,
"
and
the
outcome
of
so
much
labour
was
dear
to
him
.
"
I
zent
him
into
ze
Charman
Kladderadatch
(
it
is
a
paper
like
your
Ponch
)
.
It
—
mein
choke
—
was
upon
ze
Schleswig-Holstein
gomplication
;
ze
beginning
was
in
this
way
—
—
"
And
he
proceeded
to
set
out
in
great
length
all
the
circumstances
which
had
given
materials
for
his
"
choke
,
"
with
the
successive
processes
by
which
he
had
shaped
and
perfected
it
,
passing
on
to
a
recital
of
the
masterpiece
itself
,
and
ending
up
by
a
philosophical
analysis
of
the
same
,
which
must
have
placed
his
pupils
in
full
possession
of
the
point
,
for
they
laughed
consumedly
.
"
I
dell
you
zis
,
"
he
said
,
"
not
to
aggustom
your
minds
vid
frivolity
and
lightness
,
but
as
a
lesson
in
ze
gonstruction
of
ze
langwitch
.
If
you
can
choke
in
Charman
,
you
will
be
able
also
to
gonverse
in
Charman
.
"
"
Did
the
German
what's-its-name
print
your
joke
?
"
inquired
Coggs
.
"
It
has
not
appeared
yet
,
"
Herr
Stohwasser
confessed
;
"
it
takes
a
long
time
to
get
an
imbortant
choke
like
that
out
in
brint
.
But
I
vait
—
I
write
to
ze
editor
every
week
—
and
I
vait
.
"
"
Why
do
n't
you
put
it
in
your
Grammar
?
"
suggested
Tipping
.
"
I
haf
—
ze
greater
part
of
it
—
(
it
vas
a
long
choke
,
but
I
gompressed
him
)
.
If
I
haf
time
,
some
day
I
will
make
anozer
liddle
choke
to
aggompany
,
begause
I
vant
my
Crammar
to
be
a
goot
Crammar
,
you
understandt
.
And
now
to
our
Tell
.
Really
you
beople
do
noding
but
chadder
!
"
All
this
,
of
course
,
had
no
interest
for
Mr.
Bultitude
,
but
it
left
him
free
to
pursue
his
own
thoughts
in
peace
,
and
indeed
this
lesson
would
never
have
been
recorded
here
,
but
for
two
circumstances
which
will
presently
appear
,
both
of
which
had
no
small
effect
on
his
fortunes
.
He
sat
nearest
the
window
,
and
looked
out
on
the
pinched
and
drooping
laurels
in
the
enclosure
,
which
were
damp
with
frost
melting
in
the
sunshine
.
Over
the
wall
he
could
see
the
tops
of
passing
vehicles
,
the
country
carrier
's
cart
,
the
railway
parcels
van
,
the
fly
from
the
station
.
He
envied
even
the
drivers
;
their
lot
was
happier
than
his
!
His
thoughts
were
busy
with
Dick
.
Oddly
enough
,
it
had
scarcely
occurred
to
him
before
to
speculate
on
what
he
might
be
doing
in
his
absence
;
he
had
thought
chiefly
about
himself
.
But
now
he
gave
his
attention
to
the
subject
,
what
new
horrors
it
opened
up
!
What
might
not
become
of
his
well-conducted
household
under
the
rash
rule
of
a
foolish
schoolboy
!
The
office
,
too
—
who
could
say
what
mischief
Dick
might
not
be
doing
there
,
under
the
cover
of
his
own
respectable
form
?
Then
it
might
seem
good
to
him
any
day
to
smash
the
Garudâ
Stone
,
and
after
that
there
would
be
no
hope
of
matters
being
ever
set
right
again
!
And
yet
,
miserable
coward
and
fool
that
he
was
,
with
everything
depending
upon
his
losing
no
time
to
escape
,
he
could
not
screw
up
his
courage
,
and
say
the
words
that
were
to
set
him
free
.
All
at
once
—
and
this
is
one
of
the
circumstances
that
make
the
German
lesson
an
important
stage
in
this
story
—
an
idea
suggested
itself
to
him
quite
dazzling
by
its
daring
and
brilliancy
.
Some
may
wonder
,
when
they
hear
what
it
was
,
why
he
never
thought
of
it
before
,
and
it
is
somewhat
surprising
,
but
by
no
means
without
precedent
.
Artemus
Ward
has
told
us
somewhere
of
a
ferocious
bandit
who
was
confined
for
sixteen
years
in
solitary
captivity
,
before
the
notion
of
escape
ever
occurred
to
him
.
When
it
did
,
he
opened
the
window
and
got
out
.
Perhaps
a
similar
passiveness
on
Mr.
Bultitude
's
part
was
due
to
a
very
natural
and
proper
desire
to
do
everything
without
scandal
,
and
in
a
legitimate
manner
;
to
march
out
,
as
it
were
,
with
the
honours
of
war
.
Perhaps
it
was
simple
dullness
.
The
fact
remains
that
it
was
not
till
then
that
he
saw
a
way
of
recovering
his
lost
position
,
without
the
disagreeable
necessity
of
disclosing
his
position
to
anyone
at
Crichton
House
.
He
had
still
—
thank
Heaven
—
the
five
shillings
he
had
given
Dick
.
He
had
not
thrown
them
away
with
the
other
articles
in
his
mad
passion
.
Five
shillings
was
not
much
,
but
it
was
more
than
enough
to
pay
for
a
third-class
fare
to
town
.
He
had
only
to
watch
his
opportunity
,
slip
away
to
the
station
,
and
be
at
home
again
,
defying
the
usurper
,
before
anyone
at
Crichton
House
had
discovered
his
absence
.
He
might
go
that
very
day
,
and
the
delight
of
this
thought
—
the
complete
reaction
from
blank
despair
to
hope
—
was
so
intense
that
he
could
not
help
rubbing
his
hands
stealthily
under
the
table
,
and
chuckling
with
glee
at
his
own
readiness
of
resource
.
When
we
are
most
elated
,
however
,
there
is
always
a
counteracting
agent
at
hand
to
bring
us
down
again
to
our
proper
level
,
or
below
it
.
The
Roman
general
in
the
triumph
never
really
needed
the
slave
in
the
chariot
to
dash
his
spirits
—
he
had
his
friends
there
already
;
the
guests
at
an
Egyptian
dinner
must
have
brought
their
own
skeletons
.
There
was
a
small
flaxen-haired
little
boy
sitting
next
to
Mr.
Bultitude
,
seemingly
a
quite
inoffensive
being
,
who
at
this
stage
served
to
sober
him
by
furnishing
another
complication
.
"
Oh
,
I
say
,
Bultitude
,
"
he
piped
shrilly
in
Paul
's
ear
,
"
I
forgot
all
about
it
.
Where
's
my
rabbit
?
"
The
unreasonable
absurdity
of
such
a
question
annoyed
him
excessively
.
"
Is
this
a
time
,
"
he
said
reprovingly
,
"
to
talk
of
rabbits
?
Mind
your
book
,
sir
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
daresay
,
"
grumbled
little
Porter
,
the
boy
in
question
:
"
it
's
all
very
well
,
but
I
want
my
rabbit
.
"
"
Hang
it
,
sir
,
"
said
Paul
angrily
,
"
do
you
suppose
I
'm
sitting
on
it
?
"
"
You
promised
to
bring
me
back
a
rabbit
,
"
persisted
Porter
doggedly
;
"
you
know
you
did
,
and
it
's
a
beastly
shame
.
I
mean
to
have
that
rabbit
,
or
know
the
reason
why
.
"
At
the
other
end
of
the
table
Biddlecomb
had
again
dexterously
allured
Herr
Stohwasser
into
the
meshes
of
conversation
;
this
time
upon
the
question
(
à
propos
de
bottes
)
of
street
performances
.
"
I
vill
tell
you
a
gurious
thing
,
"
he
was
saying
,
"
vat
happened
to
me
de
oder
day
ven
I
vas
valking
down
de
Strandt
.
I
saw
a
leedle
gommon
dirty
boy
with
a
tall
round
hat
on
him
,
and
he
stand
in
a
side
street
right
out
in
de
road
,
and
he
take
off
his
tall
round
hat
,
and
he
put
it
on
de
ground
,
and
he
stand
still
and
look
zo
at
it
.
So
I
shtop
too
,
to
see
vat
he
vould
do
next
.
And
bresently
he
take
out
a
large
sheet
of
baper
and
tear
it
in
four
pieces
very
garefully
,
and
stick
zem
round
de
tall
round
hat
,
and
put
it
on
his
head
again
,
and
zen
he
set
it
down
on
de
grount
and
look
at
it
vonce
more
,
and
all
de
time
he
never
speak
von
vort
.
And
I
look
and
look
and
vonder
vat
he
would
do
next
.
And
a
great
growd
of
beoples
com
,
and
zey
look
and
vonder
too
.
And
zen
all
at
once
de
leedle
dirty
boy
he
take
out
all
de
paper
and
put
on
de
hat
,
and
he
valk
avay
,
laughing
altogetter
foolishly
at
zomzing
I
did
not
understand
at
all
.
I
haf
been
thinking
efer
since
vat
in
the
vorldt
he
do
all
zat
nonsence
for
.
And
zere
is
von
ozer
gurious
thing
I
see
in
your
London
streets
zat
very
same
day
.
Zere
vas
a
poor
house
cat
dat
had
been
by
a
cab
overrun
as
I
passed
by
,
and
von
man
vith
a
kind
varm
heart
valk
up
and
stamp
it
on
de
head
for
to
end
its
pain
.
And
anozer
man
vith
anozer
kind
heart
,
he
gom
up
directly
and
had
not
seen
de
cat
overrun
,
but
he
see
de
first
man
stamping
and
he
knock
him
down
for
ill-treating
animals
;
it
was
quite
gurious
to
see
;
till
de
policeman
arrest
dem
both
for
fighting
.
Goggs
,
degline
'
Katze
,
'
and
gif
me
ze
berfect
and
bast
barticiple
of
'
kampfen
,
'
to
fight
.
"
This
last
relapse
into
duty
was
caused
by
the
sudden
entrance
of
the
Doctor
,
who
stood
at
the
door
looking
on
for
some
time
with
a
general
air
of
being
intimately
acquainted
with
Schiller
as
an
author
,
before
suggesting
graciously
that
it
was
time
to
dismiss
the
class
.
Wednesday
was
a
half-holiday
at
Crichton
House
,
and
so
,
soon
after
dinner
,
Paul
found
himself
marshalled
with
the
rest
in
a
procession
bound
for
the
football
field
.
They
marched
two
and
two
,
Chawner
and
three
of
the
other
elder
boys
leading
with
the
ball
and
four
goal-posts
ornamented
with
coloured
calico
flags
,
and
Mr.
Blinkhorn
and
Mr.
Tinkler
bringing
up
the
rear
.
Mr.
Bultitude
was
paired
with
Tom
Grimstone
,
who
,
after
eyeing
him
askance
for
some
time
,
could
control
his
curiosity
no
longer
.
"
I
say
,
Dick
,
"
he
began
,
"
what
's
the
matter
with
you
this
term
?
"
"
My
name
is
not
Dick
,
"
said
Paul
stiffly
.
"
Oh
,
if
you
're
so
particular
then
,
"
said
Tom
:
"
but
,
without
humbug
,
what
is
the
matter
?
"
"
You
see
a
change
then
,
"
said
Paul
,
"
you
do
see
a
difference
,
eh
?
"
"
Rather
!
"
said
Tom
expressively
.
"
You
've
come
back
what
I
call
a
beastly
sneak
,
you
know
,
this
term
.
The
other
fellows
do
n't
like
it
;
they
'll
send
you
to
Coventry
unless
you
take
care
.
"
"
I
wish
they
would
,
"
said
Paul
.
"
You
do
n't
talk
like
the
same
fellow
either
,
"
continued
Tom
;
"
you
use
such
fine
language
,
and
you
're
always
in
a
bait
,
and
yet
you
do
n't
stick
up
for
yourself
as
you
used
to
.
Look
here
,
tell
me
(
we
were
always
chums
)
,
is
it
one
of
your
larks
?
"
"
Larks
!
"
said
Paul
.
"
I
'm
in
a
fine
mood
for
larks
.
No
,
it
's
not
one
of
my
larks
.
"
"
Perhaps
your
old
governor
has
been
making
a
cad
of
himself
then
,
and
you
're
out
of
sorts
about
it
.
"
"
I
'll
thank
you
not
to
speak
about
him
in
that
way
,
"
said
Paul
,
"
in
my
presence
.
"
"
Why
,
"
grumbled
Tom
,
"
I
'm
sure
you
said
enough
about
him
yourself
last
term
.
It
's
my
belief
you
're
imitating
him
now
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
Paul
,
"
and
what
makes
you
think
that
?
"
"
Why
,
you
go
about
strutting
and
swelling
just
like
he
did
when
he
came
about
sending
you
here
.
I
say
,
do
you
know
what
Mums
said
about
him
after
he
went
away
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Paul
,
"
your
mother
struck
me
as
a
very
sensible
and
agreeable
woman
—
if
I
may
say
so
to
her
son
.
"
"
Well
,
Mums
said
your
governor
seemed
to
leave
you
here
just
like
they
leave
umbrellas
at
picture
galleries
,
and
she
believed
he
had
a
large-sized
money-bag
inside
him
instead
of
a
heart
.
"
"
Oh
!
"
said
Paul
,
with
great
disgust
,
for
he
had
thought
Mrs.
Grimstone
a
woman
of
better
taste
;
"
your
mother
said
that
,
did
she
?
Vastly
entertaining
to
be
sure
—
ha
,
ha
!
He
would
be
pleased
to
know
she
thought
that
,
I
'm
sure
.
"
"
Tell
him
,
and
see
what
he
says
,
"
suggested
Tom
;
"
he
is
an
awful
brute
to
you
though
,
is
n't
he
?
"
"
If
,
"
growled
Mr.
Bultitude
,
"
slaving
from
morning
till
night
to
provide
education
and
luxury
for
a
thankless
brood
of
unprofitable
young
vipers
is
'
being
a
brute
,
'
I
suppose
he
is
.
"
"
Why
,
you
're
sticking
up
for
him
now
!
"
said
Tom
.
"
I
thought
he
was
so
strict
with
you
.
Would
n't
let
you
have
any
fun
at
home
,
and
never
took
you
to
pantomimes
?
"
"
And
why
should
he
,
sir
,
why
should
he
?
Tell
me
that
.
Tell
me
why
a
man
is
to
be
hunted
out
of
his
comfortable
chair
after
a
well-earned
dinner
,
to
go
and
sit
in
a
hot
theatre
and
a
thorough
draught
,
yawning
at
the
miserable
drivel
managers
choose
to
call
a
pantomime
?
Now
in
my
young
days
there
were
pantomimes
.
I
tell
you
,
sir
,
I
've
seen
—
—
"
"
Oh
,
if
you
're
satisfied
,
I
do
n't
care
!
"
said
Tom
,
astonished
at
this
apparent
change
of
front
.
"
If
you
choose
to
come
back
and
play
the
corker
like
this
,
it
's
your
look-out
.
Only
,
if
you
knew
what
Sproule
major
said
about
you
just
now
—
—
"
"
I
do
n't
want
to
know
,
"
said
Paul
;
"
it
does
n't
concern
me
.
"
"
Perhaps
it
does
n't
concern
you
what
pa
thinks
either
?
Dad
told
Mums
last
night
that
he
was
altogether
at
a
loss
to
know
how
to
deal
with
you
,
you
had
come
back
so
queer
and
unruly
.
And
he
said
,
let
me
see
,
oh
,
he
said
that
'
if
he
did
n't
see
an
alteration
very
soon
he
should
resort
to
more
drastic
measures
'
—
drastic
measures
is
Latin
for
a
whopping
.
"
"
Good
gracious
!
"
thought
Paul
,
"
I
have
n't
a
moment
to
lose
!
he
might
'
resort
to
drastic
measures
'
this
very
evening
.
I
ca
n't
change
my
nature
at
my
time
of
life
.
I
must
run
for
it
,
and
soon
.
"
Then
he
said
aloud
to
Tom
,
"
Can
you
tell
me
,
my
—
my
young
friend
,
if
,
supposing
a
boy
were
to
ask
to
leave
the
field
—
saying
for
instance
that
he
was
not
well
and
thought
he
should
be
better
at
home
—
whether
he
would
be
allowed
to
go
?
"
"
Of
course
he
would
,
"
said
Tom
,
"
you
ought
to
know
that
by
this
time
.
You
've
only
to
ask
Blinkhorn
or
Tinkler
;
they
'll
let
you
go
right
enough
.
"
Paul
saw
his
course
quite
clearly
now
,
and
was
overcome
with
relief
and
gratitude
.
He
wrung
the
astonished
Tom
's
hand
warmly
;
"
Thank
you
,
"
he
said
,
briskly
and
cheerfully
,
"
thank
you
.
I
'm
really
uncommonly
obliged
to
you
.
You
're
a
very
intelligent
boy
.
I
should
like
to
give
you
sixpence
.
"
But
although
Tom
used
no
arguments
to
dissuade
him
,
Mr.
Bultitude
remembered
his
position
in
time
,
and
prudently
refrained
from
such
ill-judged
generosity
.
Sixpences
were
of
vital
importance
now
,
when
he
expected
to
be
starting
so
soon
on
his
perilous
journey
.
And
so
they
reached
the
field
where
the
game
was
to
be
played
,
and
where
Paul
was
resolved
to
have
one
desperate
throw
for
liberty
and
home
.
He
was
more
excited
than
anxious
as
he
thought
of
it
,
and
it
certainly
did
seem
as
if
all
the
chances
were
in
his
favour
,
and
that
fortune
must
have
forsaken
him
indeed
,
if
anything
were
allowed
to
prevent
his
escape
.
8.
Unbending
the
Bow
"
I
pray
you
,
give
me
leave
to
go
from
hence
,
I
am
not
well
;
"
"
He
will
not
blush
,
that
has
a
father
's
heart
,
To
take
in
childish
plays
a
childish
part
;
But
bends
his
sturdy
back
to
any
toy
That
youth
takes
pleasure
in
,
—
to
please
his
boy
.
"
The
football
field
was
a
large
one
,
bounded
on
two
sides
by
tall
wooden
palings
,
and
on
the
other
two
by
a
hedge
and
a
new
shingled
road
,
separated
from
the
field
by
a
post
and
rails
.
Two
of
the
younger
boys
,
proud
of
their
office
,
raced
down
to
the
further
end
to
set
up
the
goal-posts
.
The
rest
lounged
idly
about
without
attempting
to
begin
operations
,
except
the
new
boy
Kiffin
,
who
was
seen
walking
apart
from
the
rest
,
diligently
studying
the
"
rules
of
the
game
of
football
,
"
as
laid
down
in
a
small
Boy
's
Own
Pocket
Book
and
Manual
of
Outdoor
Sports
,
with
which
he
had
been
careful
to
provide
himself
.
At
last
Tipping
suggested
that
they
had
better
begin
,
and
proposed
that
Mr.
Blinkhorn
and
himself
should
toss
up
for
the
choice
of
sides
,
and
this
being
done
,
Mr.
Bultitude
presently
,
to
his
great
dismay
,
heard
his
name
mentioned
.
"
I
'll
have
young
Bultitude
,
"
said
Tipping
;
"
he
used
to
play
up
decently
.
Look
here
,
you
young
beggar
,
you
're
on
my
side
,
and
if
you
do
n't
play
up
it
will
be
the
worse
for
you
!
"
It
was
not
worth
while
,
however
,
to
protest
,
since
he
would
so
soon
be
rid
of
the
whole
crew
for
ever
,
and
so
Paul
followed
Tipping
and
his
train
with
dutiful
submission
,
and
the
game
began
.
It
was
not
a
spirited
performance
.
Mr.
Tinkler
,
who
was
not
an
athlete
,
retired
at
once
to
the
post
and
rails
,
on
which
he
settled
himself
to
enjoy
a
railway
novel
with
a
highly
stimulating
cover
.
Mr.
Blinkhorn
,
who
had
more
conscientious
views
of
his
office
,
charged
about
vigorously
,
performing
all
kinds
of
wonders
with
the
ball
,
though
evidently
more
from
a
sense
of
duty
than
with
any
idea
of
enjoyment
.
Tipping
occasionally
took
the
trouble
to
oppose
him
,
but
as
a
concession
merely
,
and
with
a
parade
of
being
under
no
necessity
to
do
so
;
and
these
two
,
with
a
very
small
following
of
enthusiasts
on
either
side
,
waged
a
private
and
confidential
kind
of
warfare
in
different
parts
of
the
field
,
while
the
others
made
no
pretence
of
playing
for
the
present
,
but
strolled
about
in
knots
,
exchanging
and
bartering
the
treasures
valuable
in
the
sight
of
schoolboys
,
and
gossiping
generally
.
As
for
Paul
,
he
did
not
clearly
understand
what
"
playing
up
"
might
mean
.
He
had
not
indulged
in
football
since
he
was
a
genuine
boy
,
and
then
only
in
a
rudimentary
and
primitive
form
,
and
without
any
particular
fondness
for
the
exercise
.
But
being
now
,
in
spirit
at
all
events
,
a
precise
elderly
person
,
with
a
decided
notion
of
taking
care
of
himself
,
he
was
resolved
that
not
even
Tipping
should
compel
him
to
trust
his
person
within
range
of
that
dirty
brown
globe
,
which
whistled
past
his
ear
or
seemed
spinning
towards
his
stomach
with
such
a
hideous
suggestion
of
a
cannon-ball
about
it
.
All
the
ghastly
instances
,
too
,
of
accidents
to
life
and
limb
in
the
football
field
came
unpleasantly
into
his
memory
,
and
he
saw
the
inadvisability
of
mingling
with
the
crowd
and
allowing
himself
to
be
kicked
violently
on
the
shins
.
So
he
trotted
industriously
about
at
a
safe
distance
in
order
to
allay
suspicion
,
while
waiting
for
a
good
opportunity
to
put
his
scheme
of
escape
into
execution
.
At
last
he
could
wait
no
longer
,
for
the
fearful
thought
occurred
to
him
,
that
if
he
remained
there
much
longer
,
the
Doctor
—
who
,
as
he
knew
from
Dick
,
always
came
to
superintend
,
if
not
to
share
the
sports
of
his
pupils
—
might
make
his
appearance
,
and
then
his
chance
would
be
lost
for
the
present
,
for
he
knew
too
well
that
he
should
never
find
courage
to
ask
permission
from
him
.
With
a
beating
heart
he
went
up
to
Mr.
Tinkler
,
who
was
still
on
the
fence
with
his
novel
,
and
asked
as
humbly
as
he
could
bring
himself
to
do
:
"
If
you
please
,
sir
,
will
you
allow
me
to
go
home
?
I
'm
—
I
'm
not
feeling
at
all
well
.
"
"
Not
well
!
What
's
the
matter
with
you
?
"
said
Mr.
Tinkler
,
without
looking
up
.
Paul
had
not
prepared
himself
for
details
,
and
the
sudden
question
rather
threw
him
off
his
guard
.
"
A
slight
touch
of
liver
,
"
he
said
at
length
.
"
It
takes
me
after
meals
sometimes
.
"
"
Liver
!
"
said
Mr.
Tinkler
,
"
you
've
no
right
to
such
a
thing
at
your
age
;
it
's
all
nonsense
,
you
know
.
Run
in
and
play
,
that
'll
set
you
up
again
.
"
"
It
's
fatal
,
sir
,
"
said
Paul
.
"
My
doctor
expressly
warned
me
against
taking
any
violent
exercise
soon
after
luncheon
.
If
you
knew
what
liver
is
,
you
would
n't
say
so
!
"
Mr.
Tinkler
stared
,
as
well
he
might
,
but
making
nothing
of
it
,
and
being
chiefly
anxious
not
to
be
interrupted
any
longer
,
only
said
,
"
Oh
,
well
,
do
n't
bother
me
;
I
daresay
it
's
all
right
.
Cut
along
!
"
So
Mr.
Bultitude
was
free
;
the
path
lay
open
to
him
now
.
He
knew
he
would
have
little
difficulty
in
finding
his
way
to
the
station
,
and
,
once
there
,
he
would
have
the
whole
afternoon
in
which
to
wait
for
a
train
to
town
.
"
I
've
managed
that
excellently
,
"
he
thought
,
as
he
ran
blithely
off
,
almost
like
the
boy
he
seemed
.
"
Not
the
slightest
hitch
.
I
defy
the
fates
themselves
to
stop
me
now
!
"
But
the
fates
are
ladies
,
and
—
not
of
course
that
it
follows
—
occasionally
spiteful
.
It
is
very
rash
indeed
to
be
ungallant
enough
to
defy
them
—
they
have
such
an
unpleasant
habit
of
accepting
the
challenge
.
Mr.
Bultitude
had
hardly
got
clear
of
the
groups
scattered
about
the
field
,
when
he
met
a
small
flaxen-haired
boy
,
who
was
just
coming
down
to
join
the
game
.
It
was
Porter
,
his
neighbour
of
the
German
lesson
.
"
There
you
are
,
Bultitude
,
then
,
"
he
said
in
his
squeaky
voice
:
"
I
want
you
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
stop
,
"
said
Paul
,
"
I
'm
in
a
hurry
—
another
time
.
"
"
Another
time
wo
n't
do
,
"
said
little
Porter
,
laying
hold
of
him
by
his
jacket
.
"
I
want
that
rabbit
.
"
This
outrageous
demand
took
Mr.
Bultitude
's
breath
away
.
He
had
no
idea
what
rabbit
was
referred
to
,
or
why
he
should
be
required
to
produce
such
an
animal
at
a
moment
's
notice
.
This
was
the
second
time
an
inconvenient
small
boy
had
interfered
between
him
and
liberty
.
He
would
not
be
baffled
twice
.
He
tried
to
shake
off
his
persecutor
.
"
I
tell
you
,
my
good
boy
,
I
have
n't
such
a
thing
about
me
.
I
have
n't
indeed
.
I
do
n't
even
know
what
you
're
talking
about
.
"
This
denial
enraged
Porter
.
"
I
say
,
you
fellows
,
"
he
called
out
,
"
come
here
!
Do
make
Bultitude
give
me
my
rabbit
.
He
says
he
does
n't
know
anything
about
it
now
!
"
At
this
several
of
the
loungers
came
up
,
glad
of
a
distraction
.
"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
some
of
them
asked
.
"
Why
,
"
whined
Porter
,
"
he
promised
to
bring
me
back
a
rabbit
this
term
,
and
now
he
pretends
he
does
not
know
anything
about
it
.
Make
him
say
what
he
's
done
with
it
!
"
Mr.
Bultitude
was
not
usually
ready
of
resource
,
but
now
he
had
what
seemed
a
happy
thought
.
"
Gad
!
"
he
cried
,
pretending
to
recollect
it
,
"
so
I
did
—
to
be
sure
,
a
rabbit
,
of
course
,
how
could
I
forget
it
?
It
's
—
it
's
a
splendid
rabbit
.
I
'll
go
and
fetch
it
!
"
"
Will
you
?
"
cried
Porter
,
half
relieved
.
"
Where
is
it
,
then
?
"
"
Where
?
"
said
Paul
sharply
(
he
was
growing
positively
brilliant
)
.
"
Why
,
in
my
playbox
to
be
sure
;
where
should
it
be
?
"
"
It
is
n't
in
your
playbox
,
I
know
,
"
put
in
Siggers
:
"
because
I
saw
it
turned
out
yesterday
and
there
was
no
rabbit
then
.
Besides
,
how
could
a
rabbit
live
in
a
playbox
?
He
's
telling
lies
.
I
can
see
it
by
his
face
.
He
has
n't
any
rabbit
!
"
"
Of
course
I
have
n't
!
"
said
Mr.
Bultitude
.
"
How
should
I
?
I
'm
not
a
conjurer
.
It
's
not
a
habit
of
mine
to
go
about
with
rabbits
concealed
on
my
person
.
What
's
the
use
of
coming
to
me
like
this
?
It
's
absurd
,
you
know
;
perfectly
absurd
!
"
The
crowd
increased
until
there
was
quite
a
ring
formed
round
Mr.
Bultitude
and
the
indignant
claimant
,
and
presently
Tipping
came
bustling
up
.
"
What
's
the
row
here
,
you
fellows
?
"
he
said
.
"
Bultitude
again
,
of
course
.
What
's
he
been
doing
now
?
"
"
He
had
a
rabbit
he
said
he
was
keeping
for
me
,
"
explained
little
Porter
:
"
and
now
he
wo
n't
give
it
up
or
tell
me
what
he
's
done
with
it
.
"
"
He
has
some
mice
he
ought
to
give
us
,
too
,
"
said
one
or
two
new-comers
,
edging
their
way
to
the
front
.
Mr.
Bultitude
was
of
course
exceedingly
annoyed
by
this
unlooked-for
interruption
,
and
still
more
by
such
utterly
preposterous
claims
on
him
for
animals
;
however
,
it
was
easy
to
explain
that
he
had
no
such
things
in
his
possession
,
and
after
that
of
course
no
more
could
be
said
.
He
was
beginning
to
disclaim
all
liability
,
when
Siggers
stopped
him
.
"
Keep
that
for
the
present
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
say
,
we
ought
to
have
a
regular
trial
over
this
,
and
get
at
the
truth
of
it
properly
.
Let
's
fetch
him
along
to
the
goal-posts
and
judge
him
!
"
He
fixed
upon
the
goal-posts
as
being
somehow
more
formal
,
and
,
as
his
proposal
was
well
received
,
two
of
them
grasped
Mr.
Bultitude
by
the
collar
and
dragged
him
along
in
procession
to
the
appointed
spot
between
the
two
flags
,
while
Siggers
followed
in
what
he
conceived
to
be
a
highly
judicial
manner
,
and
evidently
enjoying
himself
prodigiously
.
Paul
,
though
highly
indignant
,
allowed
himself
to
be
led
along
without
resistance
.
It
was
safest
to
humour
them
,
for
after
all
it
would
not
last
long
,
and
when
they
were
tired
of
baiting
him
he
could
watch
his
time
and
slip
quietly
away
.
When
they
reached
the
goal-posts
Siggers
arranged
them
in
a
circle
,
placing
himself
,
the
hapless
Paul
,
and
his
accusers
in
the
centre
.
"
You
chaps
had
better
all
be
jurymen
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'll
be
judge
,
and
unless
he
makes
a
clean
breast
of
it
,
"
he
added
with
judicial
impartiality
,
"
the
court
will
jolly
well
punch
his
ugly
young
head
off
.
"
Siggers
'
father
was
an
Old
Bailey
barrister
in
good
and
rather
sharp
practice
,
so
that
it
was
clearly
the
son
's
mission
to
preside
on
this
occasion
.
But
unfortunately
his
hour
of
office
was
doomed
to
be
a
brief
one
,
for
Mr.
Blinkhorn
,
becoming
aware
that
the
game
was
being
still
more
scantily
supported
,
and
noticing
the
crowd
at
the
goal
,
came
up
to
know
the
reason
of
it
at
a
long
camel-like
trot
,
his
hat
on
the
back
of
his
head
,
his
mild
face
flushed
with
exertion
,
and
his
pebble
glasses
gleaming
in
the
winter
sunshine
.
"
What
are
you
all
doing
here
?
Why
do
n't
you
join
the
game
?
I
've
come
here
to
play
football
with
you
,
and
how
can
I
do
it
if
you
all
slink
off
and
leave
me
to
play
by
myself
?
"
he
asked
with
pathos
.
"
Please
,
sir
,
"
said
Siggers
,
alarmed
at
the
threatened
loss
of
his
dignity
,
"
it
's
a
trial
,
and
I
'm
judge
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
the
whole
ring
shouted
together
.
"
We
're
trying
Bultitude
,
sir
.
"
On
the
whole
,
perhaps
,
Mr.
Bultitude
was
glad
of
this
interference
.
At
least
justice
would
be
done
now
,
although
this
usher
had
blundered
so
unpardonably
that
morning
.
"
This
is
childish
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr.
Blinkhorn
,
"
and
it
's
not
football
.
The
Doctor
will
be
seriously
angry
if
he
comes
and
sees
you
trifling
here
.
Let
the
boy
go
.
"
"
But
he
's
cheated
some
of
the
fellows
,
sir
,
"
grumbled
Tipping
and
Siggers
together
.
"
Well
,
you
'
ve
no
right
to
punish
him
if
he
has
.
Leave
him
to
me
.
"
"
Will
you
see
fair
play
between
them
,
sir
?
He
ought
n't
to
be
let
off
without
being
made
to
keep
his
word
.
"
"
If
there
is
any
dispute
between
you
and
Bultitude
,
"
said
Mr.
Blinkhorn
,
"
I
have
no
objection
to
settle
it
—
provided
it
is
within
my
province
.
"
"
Settle
it
without
me
,
"
said
Paul
hurriedly
.
"
I
've
leave
to
go
home
.
I
'm
ill.
"
"
Who
gave
you
leave
to
go
home
?
"
asked
the
master
.
"
That
young
man
over
there
on
the
rails
,
"
said
Paul
.
"
I
am
the
proper
person
to
apply
to
for
leave
;
you
know
that
well
enough
,
"
said
Mr.
Blinkhorn
,
with
a
certain
coldness
in
