rate,
it
made
you
into
a
boy
like
me
directly
.
Now
,
if
I
wish
myself
a
man
just
like
you
were
ten
minutes
ago
,
before
you
took
the
stone
,
that
will
put
things
all
right
again
,
wo
n't
it
?
"
"
Is
the
boy
mad
?
"
cried
Paul
,
horrified
at
this
proposal
.
"
Why
,
why
,
that
would
be
worse
than
ever
!
"
"
I
do
n't
see
that
,
"
objected
Dick
,
stubbornly
.
"
No
one
would
know
anything
about
it
then
.
"
"
But
,
you
little
blockhead
,
ca
n't
I
make
you
understand
?
It
would
n't
do
at
all
.
We
should
both
of
us
be
wrong
then
—
each
with
the
other
's
personal
appearance
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
Dick
blandly
,
"
I
should
n't
mind
that
.
"
"
But
I
should
—
I
mind
very
much
.
I
object
strongly
to
such
a
—
such
a
preposterous
arrangement
.
And
what
's
more
,
I
wo
n't
have
it
.
Do
you
hear
,
I
forbid
you
to
think
of
any
such
thing
.
Give
me
back
that
stone
.
I
ca
n't
trust
you
with
it
after
this
.
"
"
I
ca
n't
help
it
,
"
said
Dick
doggedly
.
"
You
've
had
your
wish
,
and
I
do
n't
see
why
I
should
n't
have
mine
.
I
mean
to
have
it
,
too
.
"
"
Why
,
you
unnatural
little
rascal
!
"
cried
the
justly-enraged
father
,
"
do
you
mean
to
defy
me
?
I
tell
you
I
will
have
that
stone
!
Give
it
up
this
instant
!
"
and
he
made
a
movement
towards
his
son
,
as
if
he
meant
to
recover
the
talisman
by
main
force
.
But
Dick
was
too
quick
for
him
.
Slipping
off
the
table
with
great
agility
,
he
planted
himself
firmly
on
the
hearth-rug
,
with
the
hand
that
held
the
stone
clenched
behind
his
back
,
and
the
other
raised
in
self-defence
.
"
I
'd
much
rather
you
would
n't
make
me
hit
you
,
you
know
,
"
he
said
,
"
because
,
in
spite
of
what
's
happened
,
you
're
still
my
father
,
I
suppose
.
But
if
you
interfere
with
me
before
I
've
done
with
this
stone
,
I
'm
afraid
I
shall
have
to
punch
your
head
.
"
Mr.
Bultitude
retreated
a
few
steps
apprehensively
,
feeling
himself
no
match
for
his
son
,
except
in
size
and
general
appearance
;
and
for
some
moments
of
really
frightful
intensity
they
stood
panting
on
the
hearth-rug
,
each
cautiously
watching
the
other
,
on
his
guard
against
stratagem
and
surprise
.
It
was
one
of
those
painful
domestic
scenes
which
are
fortunately
rare
between
father
and
son
.
Overhead
,
the
latest
rollicking
French
polka
was
being
rattled
out
,
with
a
savage
irony
of
which
pianos
,
even
by
the
best
makers
,
can
at
times
be
capable
.
Suddenly
Dick
drew
himself
up
.
"
Stand
out
of
my
way
!
"
he
cried
excitedly
,
"
I
am
going
to
do
it
.
I
wish
I
was
a
man
like
you
were
just
now
!
"
And
as
he
spoke
,
Mr.
Bultitude
had
the
bitterness
of
seeing
his
unscrupulous
son
swell
out
like
the
frog
in
the
fable
,
till
he
stood
there
before
him
the
exact
duplicate
of
what
Paul
had
so
lately
been
!
The
transformed
Dick
began
to
skip
and
dance
round
the
room
in
high
glee
,
with
as
much
agility
as
his
increased
bulk
would
allow
.
"
It
's
all
right
,
you
see
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
old
stone
's
as
good
as
ever
.
You
ca
n't
say
anyone
would
ever
know
,
to
look
at
us
.
"
And
then
he
threw
himself
panting
into
a
chair
,
and
began
to
laugh
excitedly
at
the
success
of
his
unprincipled
manœuvres
.
As
for
Paul
,
he
was
perfectly
furious
at
having
been
so
outwitted
and
overreached
.
It
was
a
long
time
before
he
could
command
his
voice
sufficiently
to
say
,
savagely
:
"
Well
,
you
've
had
your
way
,
and
a
pretty
mess
you
've
made
of
it
.
We
're
both
of
us
in
false
positions
now
.
I
hope
you
're
satisfied
,
I
'm
sure
.
Do
you
think
you
'll
care
about
going
back
to
Crichton
House
in
that
state
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Dick
,
very
decidedly
:
"
I
'm
quite
sure
I
should
n't
.
"
"
Well
,
I
ca
n't
help
it
.
You
've
brought
it
on
yourself
;
and
,
provided
the
Doctor
sees
no
objection
to
take
you
back
as
you
are
and
receive
you
as
one
of
his
pupils
,
I
shall
most
certainly
send
you
there
.
"
Paul
did
not
really
mean
this
,
he
only
meant
to
frighten
him
;
for
he
still
trusted
that
,
by
letting
Boaler
into
the
secret
,
the
charm
might
be
set
in
motion
once
more
,
and
the
difficulty
comfortably
overcome
.
But
his
threat
had
a
most
unfortunate
effect
upon
Dick
;
it
hardened
him
to
take
a
course
he
might
otherwise
have
shrunk
from
.
"
Oh
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
're
going
to
do
that
?
But
does
n't
it
strike
you
that
things
are
rather
altered
with
us
now
?
"
"
They
are
,
to
a
certain
extent
,
of
course
,
"
said
Paul
,
"
through
my
folly
and
your
wicked
cunning
;
but
a
word
or
two
of
explanation
from
me
—
—
"
"
You
'll
find
it
will
take
more
explanation
than
you
think
,
"
said
Dick
;
"
but
,
of
course
,
you
can
try
,
if
you
think
it
worth
while
—
when
you
get
to
Grimstone
's
.
"
"
When
I
,
—
I
do
n't
understand
.
When
I
,
—
what
did
you
say
?
"
gasped
Paul
.
"
Why
,
you
see
,
"
exclaimed
Dick
,
"
it
would
never
have
done
for
us
both
to
go
back
;
the
chaps
would
have
humbugged
us
so
,
and
as
I
hate
the
place
and
you
seem
so
fond
of
being
a
boy
and
going
back
to
school
and
that
,
I
thought
perhaps
it
would
be
best
for
you
to
go
and
see
how
you
liked
it
!
"
"
I
never
will
!
I
'll
not
stir
from
this
room
!
I
dare
you
to
try
to
move
me
!
"
cried
Paul
.
And
just
then
there
was
the
sound
of
wheels
outside
once
more
.
They
stopped
before
the
house
,
the
bell
rang
sharply
—
the
long-expected
cab
had
come
at
last
.
"
You
've
no
time
to
lose
,
"
said
Dick
,
"
get
your
coat
on
.
"
Mr.
Bultitude
tried
to
treat
the
affair
as
a
joke
.
He
laughed
a
ghastly
little
laugh
.
"
Ha
!
ha
!
you
've
fairly
caught
your
poor
father
this
time
;
you
've
proved
him
in
the
wrong
.
I
admit
I
said
more
than
I
exactly
meant
.
But
that
's
enough
.
Do
n't
drive
a
good
joke
too
far
;
shake
hands
,
and
let
us
see
if
we
ca
n't
find
a
way
out
of
this
!
"
But
Dick
only
warmed
his
coat
tails
at
the
fire
as
he
said
,
with
a
very
ungenerous
reminiscence
of
his
father
's
manner
:
"
You
are
going
back
to
an
excellent
establishment
,
where
you
will
enjoy
all
the
comforts
of
home
—
I
can
specially
recommend
the
stickjaw
;
look
out
for
it
on
Tuesdays
and
Fridays
.
You
will
once
more
take
part
in
the
games
and
lessons
of
happy
boyhood
.
(
Did
you
ever
play
'
chevy
'
when
you
were
a
boy
before
?
You
'll
enjoy
chevy
.
)
And
you
will
find
your
companions
easy
enough
to
get
on
with
,
if
you
do
n't
go
giving
yourself
airs
;
they
wo
n't
stand
airs
.
Now
good-bye
,
my
boy
,
and
bless
you
!
"
Paul
stood
staring
stupidly
at
this
outrageous
assumption
;
he
could
scarcely
believe
yet
that
it
was
meant
in
cruel
earnest
.
Before
he
could
answer
,
the
door
opened
and
Boaler
appeared
.
"
Had
a
deal
of
trouble
to
find
a
keb
,
sir
,
on
a
night
like
this
,
"
he
said
to
the
false
Dick
,
"
but
the
luggage
is
all
on
top
,
and
the
man
says
there
's
plenty
of
time
still
.
"
"
Good-bye
then
,
my
boy
,
"
said
Dick
,
with
well-assumed
tenderness
,
but
a
rather
dangerous
light
in
his
eye
.
"
My
compliments
to
the
Doctor
,
remember
.
"
Paul
turned
indignantly
from
him
to
the
butler
;
he
,
at
least
,
would
stand
by
him
.
Boaler
would
not
see
a
master
who
had
always
been
fair
,
if
not
indulgent
,
to
him
driven
from
his
home
in
this
cold-blooded
manner
!
He
made
two
or
three
attempts
to
speak
,
for
his
brain
whirled
so
with
scathing
,
burning
things
to
say
.
He
would
expose
the
fraud
then
and
there
,
and
defy
the
impudent
usurper
;
he
would
warn
every
one
against
this
spurious
pinchbeck
imitation
of
himself
.
The
whole
household
should
be
summoned
and
called
upon
to
judge
between
the
two
!
No
doubt
,
if
he
had
had
enough
self-command
to
do
all
this
effectually
,
while
Dick
had
as
yet
not
had
the
time
thoroughly
to
adapt
himself
to
his
altered
circumstances
,
he
might
have
turned
the
situation
at
the
outset
,
and
spared
himself
some
very
painful
experiences
.
But
it
is
very
often
precisely
those
words
which
are
the
most
vitally
important
to
be
said
that
refuse
to
pass
our
lips
on
a
sudden
emergency
.
We
feel
all
the
necessity
of
saying
something
at
once
,
but
the
necessary
words
unaccountably
desert
us
at
the
critical
moment
.
Mr.
Bultitude
felt
himself
in
this
unfortunate
position
.
He
made
more
wild
efforts
to
explain
,
but
the
sense
of
his
danger
only
petrified
his
mind
instead
of
stimulating
it
.
Then
he
was
spared
further
conflict
.
A
dark
mist
rose
before
his
eyes
;
the
walls
of
the
room
receded
into
infinite
space
;
and
,
with
a
loud
singing
in
his
ears
,
he
fell
,
and
seemed
to
himself
to
be
sinking
down
,
down
,
through
the
earth
to
the
very
crust
of
the
antipodes
.
Then
the
blackness
closed
over
him
—
and
he
knew
no
more
.
3.
In
the
Toils
"
I
beseech
you
let
his
lack
of
years
be
no
impediment
to
let
him
lack
a
reverend
estimation
,
for
I
never
knew
so
young
a
body
with
so
old
a
head
.
"
—
Merchant
of
Venice
,
Act
iv
.
When
Mr.
Bultitude
recovered
his
senses
,
which
was
not
for
a
considerable
time
,
he
found
that
he
was
being
jolted
along
through
a
broad
well-lit
thoroughfare
,
in
a
musty
four-wheeler
.
His
head
was
by
no
means
clear
yet
,
and
for
some
minutes
he
could
hardly
be
said
to
think
at
all
;
he
merely
lay
back
dreamily
listening
to
the
hard
grinding
jar
of
the
cab
windows
vibrating
in
their
grooves
.
His
first
distinct
sensation
was
a
vague
wonder
what
Barbara
might
be
intending
to
give
him
for
dinner
,
for
,
oddly
enough
,
he
felt
far
from
hungry
,
and
was
conscious
that
his
palate
would
require
the
adroitest
witching
.
With
the
thought
of
dinner
his
dining-room
was
almost
inseparably
associated
,
and
then
,
with
an
instant
rush
of
recollection
,
the
whole
scene
there
with
the
Garudâ
Stone
surged
into
his
brain
.
He
shuddered
as
he
did
so
;
it
had
all
been
so
real
,
so
hideously
vivid
and
coherent
throughout
.
But
all
unpleasant
impressions
soon
yielded
to
the
delicious
luxury
of
his
present
security
.
As
his
last
conscious
moment
had
been
passed
in
his
own
dining-room
,
the
fact
that
he
opened
his
eyes
in
a
cab
,
instead
of
confirming
his
worst
fears
,
actually
helped
to
restore
the
unfortunate
gentleman
's
serenity
;
for
he
frequently
drove
home
from
the
city
in
this
manner
,
and
believed
himself
now
,
instead
of
being
,
as
was
actually
the
case
,
in
that
marvellous
region
of
cheap
photography
,
rocking-horses
,
mild
stone
lions
,
and
wheels
and
ladders
—
the
Euston
Road
—
to
be
bowling
along
Holborn
.
Now
that
he
was
thoroughly
awake
he
found
positive
amusement
in
going
over
each
successive
incident
of
his
nightmare
experience
with
the
talisman
,
and
smiling
at
the
tricks
his
imagination
had
played
him
.
"
I
wonder
now
how
the
dickens
I
came
to
dream
such
outrageous
nonsense
!
"
he
said
to
himself
,
for
even
his
dreams
were
,
as
a
rule
,
within
the
bounds
of
probability
.
But
he
was
not
long
in
tracing
it
to
the
devilled
kidneys
he
had
had
at
the
club
for
lunch
,
and
some
curious
old
brown
sherry
Robinson
had
given
him
afterwards
at
his
office
.
"
Gad
,
what
a
shock
the
thing
has
given
me
!
"
he
thought
.
"
I
can
hardly
shake
off
the
feeling
even
now
.
"
As
a
rule
,
after
waking
up
on
the
verge
of
a
fearful
crisis
,
the
effect
of
the
horror
fades
swiftly
away
,
as
one
detail
after
another
evades
a
memory
which
is
never
too
anxious
to
retain
them
,
and
each
moment
brings
a
deeper
sense
of
relief
and
self-congratulation
.
But
in
Paul
's
case
,
curiously
enough
,
as
he
could
not
help
thinking
,
the
more
completely
roused
he
became
,
the
greater
grew
his
uneasiness
.
Perhaps
the
first
indication
of
the
truth
was
suggested
to
him
by
a
lurking
suspicion
—
which
he
tried
to
dismiss
as
mere
fancy
—
that
he
filled
rather
less
of
the
cab
than
he
had
always
been
accustomed
to
do
.
To
reassure
himself
he
set
his
thoughts
to
review
all
the
proceedings
of
that
day
,
feeling
that
if
he
could
satisfactorily
account
for
the
time
up
to
his
taking
the
cab
,
that
would
be
conclusive
as
to
the
unreality
of
any
thing
that
appeared
to
have
happened
later
in
his
own
house
.
He
got
on
well
enough
till
he
came
to
the
hour
at
which
he
had
left
the
office
,
and
then
,
search
his
memory
as
he
would
,
he
could
not
remember
hailing
any
cab
!
Could
it
be
another
delusion
,
too
,
or
was
it
the
fact
that
he
had
found
himself
much
pressed
for
time
and
had
come
home
by
the
Underground
to
Praed
Street
?
It
must
have
been
the
day
before
,
but
that
was
Sunday
.
Saturday
,
then
?
But
the
recollection
seemed
too
recent
and
fresh
;
and
besides
,
on
Saturday
,
he
had
left
at
two
,
and
had
taken
Barbara
to
see
Messrs.
Maskelyne
and
Cooke
's
performance
.
Slowly
,
insidiously
,
but
with
irresistible
force
,
the
conviction
crept
upon
him
that
he
had
dined
,
and
dined
well
.
"
If
I
have
dined
already
,
"
he
told
himself
,
"
I
ca
n't
be
going
home
to
dinner
;
and
if
I
am
not
going
home
to
dinner
,
what
—
what
am
I
doing
in
this
cab
?
"
The
bare
idea
that
something
might
be
wrong
with
him
after
all
made
him
impatient
to
put
an
end
to
all
suspense
.
He
must
knock
this
scotched
nightmare
once
for
all
on
the
head
by
a
deliberate
appeal
to
his
senses
.
The
cab
had
passed
the
lighted
shops
now
,
and
was
driving
between
squares
and
private
houses
,
so
that
Mr.
Bultitude
had
to
wait
until
the
sickly
rays
of
a
street
lamp
glanced
into
the
cab
for
a
moment
,
and
,
as
they
did
so
,
he
put
his
feet
up
on
the
opposite
seat
and
examined
his
boots
and
trousers
with
breathless
eagerness
.
It
was
not
to
be
denied
;
they
were
not
his
ordinary
boots
,
nor
did
he
ever
wear
such
trousers
as
he
saw
above
them
!
Always
a
careful
and
punctiliously
neat
person
,
he
was
more
than
commonly
exacting
concerning
the
make
and
polish
of
his
boots
and
the
set
of
his
trousers
.
These
boots
were
clumsy
,
square-toed
,
and
thick-soled
;
one
was
even
patched
on
the
side
.
The
trousers
were
heavy
and
rough
,
of
the
kind
advertised
as
"
wear-resisting
fabrics
,
suitable
for
youths
at
school
,
"
frayed
at
the
ends
,
and
shiny
—
shamefully
shiny
—
about
the
knees
!
In
hot
despair
he
rapidly
passed
his
hands
over
his
body
.
It
felt
unusually
small
and
slim
,
Mr.
Bultitude
being
endowed
with
what
is
euphemistically
termed
a
"
presence
,
"
and
it
was
with
an
agony
rarely
felt
at
such
a
discovery
that
he
realised
that
,
for
the
first
time
for
more
than
twenty
years
,
he
actually
had
a
waist
.
Then
,
as
a
last
resource
,
he
took
off
his
hat
and
felt
for
the
broad
,
smooth
,
egg-like
surface
,
garnished
by
scanty
side
patches
of
thin
hair
,
which
he
knew
he
ought
to
find
.
It
was
gone
—
hidden
under
a
crop
of
thick
close
curling
locks
!
This
last
disappointment
completely
overcame
him
;
he
had
a
kind
of
short
fit
in
the
cab
as
the
bitter
truth
was
brought
home
to
him
unmistakably
.
Yes
,
this
was
no
dream
of
a
distempered
digestion
,
but
sober
reality
.
The
whole
of
that
horrible
scene
in
the
dining-room
had
really
taken
place
;
and
now
he
,
Paul
Bultitude
,
the
widely-respected
merchant
of
Mincing
Lane
,
a
man
of
means
and
position
,
was
being
ignominiously
packed
off
to
school
as
if
he
were
actually
the
schoolboy
some
hideous
juggle
had
made
him
appear
!
It
was
only
with
a
violent
effort
that
he
could
succeed
in
commanding
his
thoughts
sufficiently
to
decide
on
some
immediate
action
.
"
I
must
be
cool
,
"
he
kept
muttering
to
himself
,
with
shaking
lips
,
"
quite
cool
and
collected
.
Everything
will
depend
on
that
now
!
"
It
was
some
comfort
to
him
in
this
extremity
to
recognise
on
the
box
the
well-known
broad
back
of
Clegg
,
a
cabman
who
stabled
his
two
horses
in
some
mews
near
Praed
Street
,
and
whom
he
had
been
accustomed
to
patronise
in
bad
weather
for
several
years
.
Clegg
would
know
him
,
in
spite
of
his
ridiculous
transformation
.
His
idea
was
to
stop
the
cab
,
and
turn
round
and
drive
home
again
,
when
they
would
find
that
he
was
not
to
be
got
rid
of
again
quite
so
easily
.
If
Dick
imagined
he
meant
to
put
up
tamely
with
this
kind
of
treatment
,
he
was
vastly
mistaken
;
he
would
return
home
boldly
and
claim
his
rights
!
No
reasonable
person
could
be
perverse
enough
to
doubt
his
identity
when
once
matters
came
to
the
proof
;
though
at
first
,
of
course
,
he
might
find
a
difficulty
in
establishing
it
.
His
children
,
his
clerks
,
and
his
servants
would
soon
get
used
to
his
appearance
,
and
would
learn
to
look
below
the
mere
surface
,
and
then
there
was
always
the
possibility
of
putting
everything
right
by
means
of
the
magic
stone
.
"
I
wo
n't
lose
a
minute
!
"
he
said
aloud
;
and
letting
down
the
window
,
leaned
out
and
shouted
"
Stop
!
"
till
he
was
hoarse
.
But
Clegg
either
could
not
or
would
not
hear
;
he
drove
on
at
full
speed
,
a
faster
rate
of
progress
than
that
adopted
by
most
drivers
of
four-wheeled
cabs
being
one
of
his
chief
recommendations
.
They
were
now
passing
Euston
.
It
was
a
muggy
,
slushy
night
,
with
a
thin
brown
fog
wreathing
the
houses
and
fading
away
above
their
tops
into
a
dull
,
slate-blue
sky
.
The
wet
street
looked
like
a
black
canal
;
the
blurred
forms
,
less
like
vehicles
than
nondescript
boats
,
moving
over
its
inky
surface
,
were
indistinctly
reflected
therein
;
the
gas-lights
flared
redly
through
the
murky
haze
.
It
was
not
a
pleasant
evening
in
which
to
be
out-of-doors
.
Paul
would
have
opened
the
cab-door
and
jumped
out
had
he
dared
,
but
his
nerve
failed
him
,
and
,
indeed
,
considering
the
speed
of
the
cab
,
the
leap
would
have
been
dangerous
to
a
far
more
active
person
.
So
he
was
forced
to
wait
resignedly
until
the
station
should
be
reached
,
when
he
determined
to
make
Clegg
understand
his
purpose
with
as
little
loss
of
time
as
possible
.
"
I
must
pay
him
something
extra
,
"
he
thought
;
"
I
'll
give
him
a
sovereign
to
take
me
back
.
"
And
he
searched
his
pockets
for
the
loose
coin
he
usually
carried
about
with
him
in
such
abundance
;
there
was
no
gold
in
any
of
them
.
He
found
,
however
,
a
variety
of
minor
and
less
negotiable
articles
,
which
he
fished
out
one
by
one
from
unknown
depths
—
a
curious
collection
.
There
was
a
stumpy
German-silver
pencil
case
,
a
broken
prism
from
a
crystal
chandelier
,
a
gilded
Jew
's
harp
,
a
little
book
in
which
the
leaves
on
being
turned
briskly
,
gave
a
semblance
of
motion
to
the
sails
of
a
black
windmill
drawn
therein
,
a
broken
tin
soldier
,
some
Hong-Kong
coppers
with
holes
in
them
,
and
a
quantity
of
little
cogged
wheels
from
the
inside
of
a
watch
;
while
a
further
search
was
rewarded
by
an
irregular
lump
of
toffee
imperfectly
enfolded
in
sticky
brown
paper
.
He
threw
the
whole
of
these
treasures
out
of
the
window
with
indescribable
disgust
,
and
,
feeling
something
like
a
purse
in
a
side
pocket
,
opened
it
eagerly
.
It
held
five
shillings
exactly
,
the
coins
corresponding
to
those
he
had
pushed
across
to
his
son
such
a
little
while
ago
!
It
did
not
seem
to
him
quite
such
a
magnificent
sum
now
as
it
had
done
then
;
he
had
shifted
his
point
of
view
.
It
was
too
clear
that
the
stone
must
have
carried
out
his
thoughtless
wish
with
scrupulous
and
conscientious
exactness
in
every
detail
.
He
had
wanted
,
or
said
he
wanted
,
to
be
a
boy
again
like
Dick
,
and
accordingly
he
had
become
a
perfect
duplicate
,
even
to
the
contents
of
the
pockets
.
Evidently
nothing
on
the
face
of
things
showed
the
slightest
difference
.
Yet
—
and
here
lay
the
sting
of
the
metamorphosis
—
he
was
conscious
under
it
all
of
being
his
old
original
self
,
in
utter
discordance
with
the
youthful
form
in
which
he
was
an
unwilling
prisoner
.
By
this
time
the
cab
had
driven
up
the
sharp
incline
,
and
under
the
high
pointed
archway
of
St.
Pancras
terminus
,
and
now
drew
up
with
a
jerk
against
the
steps
leading
to
the
booking
office
.
Paul
sprang
out
at
once
in
a
violent
passion
.
"
Here
,
you
,
Clegg
!
"
he
said
,
"
why
the
devil
did
n't
you
pull
up
when
I
told
you
?
eh
?
"
Clegg
was
a
burly
,
red-faced
man
,
with
a
husky
voice
and
a
general
manner
which
conveyed
the
impression
that
he
regarded
teetotalism
,
as
a
principle
,
with
something
more
than
disapproval
.
"
Why
did
n't
I
pull
up
?
"
he
said
,
bending
stiffly
down
from
his
box
.
"
'
Cause
I
did
n't
want
to
lose
a
good
customer
,
that
's
why
I
did
n't
pull
up
!
"
"
Do
you
mean
to
say
you
do
n't
know
me
?
"
"
Know
yer
?
"
said
Clegg
,
with
an
approach
to
sentiment
:
"
I
've
knowed
yer
when
you
was
a
babby
in
frocks
.
I
've
knowed
yer
fust
nuss
(
and
a
fine
young
woman
she
were
till
she
took
to
drinking
,
as
has
been
the
ruin
of
many
)
.
I
've
knowed
yer
in
Infancy
's
hour
and
in
yer
byhood
's
bloom
!
I
've
druv
yer
to
this
'
ere
werry
station
twice
afore
.
Know
yer
!
"
Paul
saw
the
uselessness
of
arguing
with
him
.
"
Then
,
ah
—
drive
me
back
at
once
.
Let
those
boxes
alone
.
I
—
I
've
important
business
at
home
which
I
'd
forgotten
.
"
Clegg
gave
a
vinous
wink
.
"
Lor
,
yer
at
it
agin
,
"
he
said
with
admiration
.
"
What
a
artful
young
limb
it
is
!
But
it
ai
n't
what
yer
may
call
good
enough
,
so
to
speak
,
it
ai
n't
.
Clegg
do
n't
do
that
no
more
!
"
"
Do
n't
do
what
?
"
asked
Paul
.
"
Do
n't
drive
no
young
gents
as
is
a-bein
'
sent
to
school
back
agin
into
their
family
's
bosims
,
"
said
Clegg
sententiously
.
"
You
was
took
ill
sudden
in
my
cab
the
larst
time
.
Offal
bad
you
was
,
to
be
sure
—
to
hear
ye
,
and
I
druv
'
yer
back
;
and
I
never
got
no
return
fare
,
I
did
n't
,
and
yer
par
he
made
hisself
downright
nasty
over
it
,
said
as
if
it
occurred
agin
he
should
n't
employ
me
no
more
.
I
durst
n't
go
and
offend
yer
par
;
he
's
a
good
customer
to
me
,
he
is
.
"
"
I
'll
give
you
a
sovereign
to
do
it
,
"
said
Paul
.
"
If
yer
would
n't
tell
no
tales
,
I
might
put
yer
down
at
the
corner
p'raps
,
"
said
Clegg
,
hesitating
,
to
Paul
's
joy
;
"
not
as
it
ai
n't
cheap
at
that
,
but
let
's
see
yer
suffering
fust
.
Why
,
"
he
cried
with
lofty
contempt
as
he
saw
from
Paul
's
face
that
the
coin
was
not
producible
,
"
y'ai
n't
got
no
suffering
!
Garn
away
,
and
do
n't
try
to
tempt
a
pore
cabby
as
has
his
livin
'
to
make
.
What
d'ye
think
of
this
,
porter
,
now
?
'
Ere
's
a
young
gent
a
tryin
'
to
back
out
o
'
going
to
school
when
he
ought
to
be
glad
and
thankful
as
he
's
receivin
'
the
blessin
's
of
a
good
eddication
.
Look
at
me
.
I
'm
a
'
ard-workin
'
man
.
I
am
.
I
ai
n't
'
ad
no
eddication
.
The
kids
,
they
're
a
learnin
'
French
,
and
free'and
drorin
,
and
the
bones
on
a
skellington
at
the
Board
School
,
and
I
pays
my
coppers
down
every
week
cheerful
.
And
why
,
porter
?
Why
,
young
master
?
'
Cause
I
knows
the
vally
on
it
!
But
when
I
sees
a
real
young
gent
a
despisin
'
of
the
oppertoonities
as
a
bountiful
Providence
and
a
excellent
par
has
'
eaped
on
his
'
ed
,
it
—
it
makes
me
sick
,
it
inspires
Clegg
with
a
pity
and
a
contemp
'
for
such
ingratitood
,
which
he
cares
not
for
to
'
ide
from
public
voo
!
"
Clegg
delivered
this
harangue
with
much
gesture
and
in
a
loud
tone
,
which
greatly
edified
the
porters
and
disgusted
Mr.
Bultitude
.
"
Go
away
,
"
said
the
latter
,
"
that
's
enough
.
You
're
drunk
!
"
"
Drunk
!
"
bellowed
the
outraged
Clegg
,
rising
on
the
box
in
his
wrath
.
"
'
Ear
that
.
'
Ark
at
this
'
ere
young
cock
sparrer
as
tells
a
fam'ly
man
like
Clegg
as
he
's
drunk
!
Drunk
,
after
drivin
'
his
par
in
this
'
ere
werry
cab
through
frost
and
fine
fifteen
year
and
more
!
I
wonder
yer
do
n't
say
the
old
'
orse
is
drunk
;
you
'll
be
sayin
'
that
next
!
Drunk
!
oh
,
cert'nly
,
by
all
means
.
Never
you
darken
my
cab
doors
no
more
.
I
shall
take
and
tell
your
par
,
I
shall
.
Drunk
,
indeed
!
A
ill-conditioned
young
wiper
as
ever
I
see
.
Drunk
!
yah
!
"
And
with
much
cursing
and
growling
,
Clegg
gathered
up
his
reins
and
drove
off
into
the
fog
,
Boaler
having
apparently
pre-paid
the
fare
.
"
Where
for
,
sir
,
please
?
"
said
a
porter
,
who
had
been
putting
the
playbox
and
portmanteau
on
a
truck
during
the
altercation
.
"
Nowhere
,
"
said
Mr.
Bultitude
.
"
I
—
I
'm
not
going
by
this
train
;
find
me
a
cab
with
a
sober
driver
.
"
The
porter
looked
round
.
A
moment
before
there
had
been
several
cabs
discharging
their
loads
at
the
steps
;
now
the
last
had
rolled
away
empty
.
"
You
might
find
one
inside
the
station
by
the
arrival
platform
,
"
he
suggested
;
"
but
there
'll
be
sure
to
be
one
comin
'
up
here
in
another
minute
,
sir
,
if
you
like
to
wait
.
"
Paul
thought
the
other
course
might
be
the
longer
one
,
and
decided
to
stay
where
he
was
.
So
he
walked
into
the
lofty
hall
in
which
the
booking
offices
are
placed
and
waited
there
by
the
huge
fire
that
blazed
in
the
stove
until
he
should
hear
the
cab
arrive
which
could
take
him
back
to
Westbourne
Terrace
.
One
or
two
trains
were
about
to
start
,
and
the
place
was
full
.
There
were
several
Cambridge
men
"
going
up
"
after
the
Christmas
vacation
,
in
every
variety
of
ulster
;
some
tugging
at
refractory
white
terriers
,
one
or
two
entrusting
bicycles
to
dubious
porters
with
many
cautions
and
directions
.
There
were
burly
old
farmers
going
back
to
their
quiet
countryside
,
flushed
with
the
prestige
of
a
successful
stand
under
cross-examination
in
some
witness-box
at
the
Law
Courts
;
to
tell
and
retell
the
story
over
hill
and
dale
,
in
the
market-place
and
bar-parlour
,
every
week
for
the
rest
of
their
honest
lives
.
There
was
the
usual
pantomime
"
rally
"
on
a
mild
scale
,
with
real
frantic
passengers
,
and
porters
,
and
trucks
,
and
trays
of
lighted
lamps
.
Presently
,
out
of
the
crowd
and
confusion
,
a
small
boy
in
a
thick
pilot
jacket
and
an
immensely
tall
hat
,
whom
Paul
had
observed
looking
at
him
intently
for
some
time
,
walked
up
to
the
stove
and
greeted
him
familiarly
.
"
Hallo
,
Bultitude
!
"
he
said
,
"
I
thought
it
was
you
.
Here
we
are
again
,
eh
?
Ugh
!
"
and
he
giggled
dismally
.
He
was
a
pale-faced
boy
with
freckles
,
very
light
green
eyes
,
long
,
rather
ragged
black
hair
,
a
slouching
walk
,
and
a
smile
half-simpering
,
half-impudent
.
Mr.
Bultitude
was
greatly
staggered
by
the
presumption
of
so
small
a
boy
venturing
to
address
him
in
this
way
.
He
could
only
stare
haughtily
.
"
You
might
find
a
word
to
say
to
a
fellow
!
"
said
the
boy
in
an
aggrieved
tone
.
"
Look
here
;
come
and
get
your
luggage
labelled
.
"
"
I
do
n't
want
it
labelled
,
"
said
Paul
stiffly
,
feeling
bound
to
say
something
.
"
I
'm
waiting
for
a
cab
to
take
me
home
again
.
"
The
other
gave
a
loud
whistle
.
"
That
'll
make
it
rather
a
short
term
,
wo
n't
it
,
if
you
're
going
home
for
the
holidays
already
?
You
're
a
cool
chap
,
Bultitude
!
If
I
were
to
go
back
to
my
governor
now
,
he
would
n't
see
it
.
It
would
put
him
in
no
end
of
a
bait
.
But
you
're
chaffing
—
—
"
Paul
walked
away
from
him
with
marked
coolness
.
He
was
not
going
to
trouble
himself
to
talk
to
his
son
's
schoolfellows
.
"
Are
n't
you
well
?
"
said
the
boy
,
not
at
all
discouraged
by
his
reception
,
following
him
and
taking
his
arm
.
"
Down
in
the
mouth
?
It
is
beastly
,
is
n't
it
,
having
to
go
back
to
old
Grimstone
's
!
The
snow
gave
us
an
extra
week
,
though
—
we
've
that
much
to
be
thankful
for
.
I
wish
it
was
the
first
day
of
the
holidays
again
,
do
n't
you
?
What
's
the
matter
with
you
?
What
have
I
done
to
put
you
in
a
wax
?
"
"
Nothing
at
present
,
"
said
Paul
.
"
I
do
n't
speak
to
you
merely
because
I
do
n't
happen
to
have
the
—
ah
—
pleasure
of
your
acquaintance
.
"
"
Oh
,
very
well
,
then
;
I
daresay
you
know
best
,
"
said
the
other
huffily
.
"
Only
I
thought
—
considering
we
came
the
same
half
,
and
have
been
chums
,
and
always
sat
next
one
another
ever
since
—
you
might
perhaps
just
recollect
having
met
me
before
,
you
know
.
"
"
Well
,
I
do
n't
,
"
said
Mr.
Bultitude
.
"
I
tell
you
I
have
n't
the
least
idea
what
your
name
is
.
The
fact
is
there
has
been
a
slight
mistake
,
which
I
ca
n't
stop
to
talk
about
now
.
There
's
a
cab
just
driven
up
outside
now
.
You
must
excuse
me
,
really
,
my
boy
,
I
want
to
go
.
"
He
tried
to
work
his
arm
free
from
the
close
and
affectionate
grip
of
his
unwelcome
companion
,
who
was
regarding
him
with
a
sort
of
admiring
leer
.
"
What
a
fellow
you
are
,
Bultitude
!
"
he
said
;
"
always
up
to
something
or
other
.
You
know
me
well
enough
.
What
is
the
use
of
keeping
it
up
any
longer
?
Let
's
talk
,
and
stop
humbugging
.
How
much
grub
have
you
brought
back
this
time
?
"
To
be
advised
to
stop
humbugging
,
and
be
persecuted
with
such
idle
questions
as
these
,
maddened
the
poor
gentleman
.
A
hansom
really
had
rolled
up
to
the
steps
outside
.
He
must
put
an
end
to
this
waste
of
precious
time
,
and
escape
from
this
highly
inconvenient
small
boy
.
He
forced
his
way
to
the
door
,
the
boy
still
keeping
fast
hold
of
his
arm
.
Fortunately
the
cab
was
still
there
,
and
its
late
occupant
,
a
tall
,
broad
man
,
was
standing
with
his
back
to
them
paying
the
driver
.
Paul
was
only
just
in
time
.
"
Porter
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Where
's
that
porter
?
I
want
my
box
put
on
that
cab
.
No
,
I
do
n't
care
about
the
luggage
;
engage
the
cab
.
Now
,
you
little
ruffian
,
are
you
going
to
let
me
go
?
Ca
n't
you
see
I
'm
anxious
to
get
away
?
"
Jolland
giggled
more
impishly
than
ever
.
"
Well
,
you
have
got
cheek
!
"
he
said
.
"
Go
on
,
I
wish
you
may
get
that
cab
,
I
'm
sure
!
"
Paul
,
thus
released
,
was
just
hurrying
towards
the
cab
,
when
the
stranger
who
had
got
out
of
it
settled
the
fare
with
satisfaction
to
himself
and
turned
sharply
round
.
The
gas-light
fell
full
on
his
face
,
and
Mr.
Bultitude
recognised
that
the
form
and
features
were
those
of
no
stranger
—
he
had
stumbled
upon
the
very
last
person
he
had
expected
or
desired
to
meet
just
then
—
his
flight
was
intercepted
by
his
son
's
schoolmaster
,
Dr.
Grimstone
himself
!
The
suddenness
of
the
shock
threw
him
completely
off
his
balance
.
In
an
ordinary
way
the
encounter
would
not
of
course
have
discomposed
him
,
but
now
he
would
have
given
worlds
for
presence
of
mind
enough
either
to
rush
past
to
the
cab
and
secure
his
only
chance
of
freedom
before
the
Doctor
had
fully
realised
his
intention
,
or
else
greet
him
affably
and
calmly
,
and
,
taking
him
quietly
aside
,
explain
his
awkward
position
with
an
easy
man-of-the-world
air
,
which
would
ensure
instant
conviction
.
But
both
courses
were
equally
impossible
.
He
stood
there
,
right
in
Dr.
Grimstone
's
path
,
with
terrified
starting
eyes
and
quivering
limbs
,
more
like
an
unhappy
guinea-pig
expecting
the
advances
of
a
boa
,
than
a
British
merchant
in
the
presence
of
his
son
's
schoolmaster
!
He
was
sick
and
faint
with
alarm
,
and
the
consciousness
that
appearances
were
all
against
him
.
There
was
nothing
in
the
least
extraordinary
in
the
fact
of
the
Doctor
's
presence
at
the
station
.
Mr.
Bultitude
might
easily
have
taken
this
into
account
as
a
very
likely
contingency
and
have
provided
accordingly
,
had
he
troubled
to
think
,
for
it
was
Dr.
Grimstone
's
custom
,
upon
the
first
day
of
the
term
,
to
come
up
to
town
and
meet
as
many
of
his
pupils
upon
the
platform
as
intended
to
return
by
a
train
previously
specified
at
the
foot
of
the
school-bills
;
and
Paul
had
even
expressly
insisted
upon
Dick
's
travelling
under
surveillance
in
this
manner
,
thinking
it
necessary
to
keep
him
out
of
premature
mischief
.
It
makes
a
calamity
doubly
hard
to
bear
when
one
looks
back
and
sees
by
what
a
trivial
chance
it
has
come
upon
us
,
and
how
slight
an
effort
would
have
averted
it
altogether
;
and
Mr.
Bultitude
cursed
his
own
stupidity
as
he
stood
there
,
rooted
to
the
ground
,
and
saw
the
hansom
(
a
"
patent
safety
"
to
him
in
sober
earnest
)
drive
off
and
abandon
him
to
his
fate
.
Dr.
Grimstone
bore
down
heavily
upon
him
and
Jolland
,
who
had
by
this
time
come
up
.
He
was
a
tall
and
imposing
personage
,
with
a
strong
black
beard
and
small
angry
grey
eyes
,
slightly
blood-tinged
;
he
wore
garments
of
a
semi-clerical
cut
and
colour
,
though
he
was
not
in
orders
.
He
held
out
a
hand
to
each
with
elaborate
geniality
.
"
Ha
,
Bultitude
,
my
boy
,
how
are
you
?
How
are
you
,
Jolland
?
Come
back
braced
in
body
and
mind
by
your
vacation
,
eh
?
That
's
as
it
should
be
.
Have
you
tickets
?
No
?
follow
me
then
.
You
're
both
over
age
,
I
believe
.
There
you
are
;
take
care
of
them
.
"
And
before
Paul
could
protest
,
he
had
purchased
tickets
for
all
three
,
after
which
he
laid
an
authoritative
hand
upon
Mr.
Bultitude
's
shoulder
and
walked
him
out
through
the
booking
hall
upon
the
platform
.
"
This
is
awful
,
"
thought
Paul
,
shrinking
involuntarily
;
"
simply
awful
.
He
evidently
has
no
idea
who
I
really
am
.
Unless
I
'm
very
careful
I
shall
be
dragged
off
to
Crichton
House
before
I
can
put
him
right
.
If
I
could
only
get
him
away
alone
somewhere
.
"
As
if
in
answer
to
the
wish
,
the
Doctor
guided
him
by
a
slight
pressure
straight
along
by
the
end
of
the
station
,
saying
to
Jolland
as
he
did
so
,
"
I
wish
to
have
a
little
serious
conversation
with
Richard
in
private
.
Suppose
you
go
to
the
bookstall
and
see
if
you
can
find
out
any
of
our
young
friends
.
Tell
them
to
wait
for
me
there
.
"
When
they
were
alone
the
Doctor
paced
solemnly
along
in
silence
for
some
moments
,
while
Paul
,
who
had
always
been
used
to
consider
himself
a
fairly
prominent
object
,
whatever
might
be
his
surroundings
,
began
to
feel
an
altogether
novel
sensation
of
utter
insignificance
upon
that
immense
brown
plain
of
platform
and
under
the
huge
span
of
the
arches
whose
girders
were
lost
in
wreaths
of
mingled
fog
and
smoke
.
Still
he
had
some
hope
.
Was
it
not
possible
,
after
all
,
that
the
Doctor
had
divined
his
secret
and
was
searching
for
words
delicate
enough
to
convey
his
condolences
?
"
I
wished
to
tell
you
,
Bultitude
,
"
said
the
Doctor
presently
,
and
his
first
words
dashed
all
Paul
's
rising
hopes
,
"
that
I
hope
you
are
returning
this
term
with
the
resolve
to
do
better
things
.
You
have
caused
your
excellent
father
much
pain
in
the
past
.
You
little
know
the
grief
a
wilful
boy
can
inflict
on
his
parent
.
"
"
I
think
I
have
a
very
fair
idea
of
it
,
"
thought
Paul
,
but
he
said
nothing
.
"
I
hope
you
left
him
in
good
health
?
Such
a
devoted
parent
,
Richard
—
such
a
noble
heart
!
"
At
any
other
time
Mr.
Bultitude
might
have
felt
gratified
by
these
eulogies
,
but
just
then
he
was
conscious
that
he
could
lay
no
claim
to
them
.
It
was
Dick
who
had
the
noble
heart
now
,
and
he
himself
felt
even
less
of
a
devoted
parent
than
he
looked
.
"
I
had
a
letter
from
him
during
the
vacation
,
"
continued
Dr.
Grimstone
,
"
a
sweet
letter
,
Richard
,
breathing
in
every
line
a
father
's
anxiety
and
concern
for
your
welfare
.
"
Paul
was
a
little
staggered
.
He
remembered
having
written
,
but
he
would
scarcely
perhaps
have
described
his
letter
as
"
sweet
,
"
as
he
had
not
done
much
more
than
enclose
a
cheque
for
his
son
's
account
and
object
to
the
items
for
pew-rent
and
scientific
lectures
with
the
diorama
as
excessive
.
"
But
—
and
this
is
what
I
wanted
to
say
to
you
,
Bultitude
—
his
is
no
blind
doting
affection
.
He
has
implored
me
,
for
your
own
sake
,
if
I
see
you
diverging
ever
so
slightly
from
the
path
of
duty
,
not
to
stay
my
hand
.
And
I
shall
not
forget
his
injunctions
.
"
A
few
minutes
ago
,
and
it
would
have
seemed
to
Paul
so
simple
and
easy
a
matter
to
point
out
to
the
Doctor
the
very
excusable
error
into
which
he
had
fallen
.
It
was
no
more
than
he
would
have
to
do
repeatedly
upon
his
return
,
and
here
was
an
excellent
opportunity
for
an
explanation
.
But
,
somehow
the
words
would
not
come
.
The
schoolmaster
's
form
seemed
so
tremendous
and
towering
,
and
he
so
feeble
and
powerless
before
him
,
that
he
soon
persuaded
himself
that
a
public
place
,
like
a
station
platform
,
was
no
scene
for
domestic
revelations
of
so
painful
a
character
.
He
gave
up
all
idea
of
resistance
at
present
.
"
Perhaps
I
had
better
leave
him
in
his
error
till
we
get
into
the
train
,
"
he
thought
;
"
then
we
will
get
rid
of
that
other
boy
,
and
I
can
break
it
to
him
gradually
in
the
railway
carriage
as
I
get
more
accustomed
to
him
.
"
But
in
spite
of
his
determination
to
unbosom
himself
without
further
delay
,
he
knew
that
a
kind
of
fascinated
resignation
was
growing
upon
him
and
gaining
firmer
hold
each
minute
.
Something
must
be
done
to
break
the
spell
and
burst
the
toils
which
were
being
woven
round
him
before
all
effort
became
impossible
.
"
And
now
,
"
said
the
Doctor
,
glancing
up
at
the
great
clock-face
on
which
a
reflector
cast
a
patch
of
dim
yellow
light
,
"
we
must
be
thinking
of
starting
.
But
do
n't
forget
what
I
have
said
.
"
And
they
walked
back
towards
the
book-stalls
with
their
cheery
warmth
of
colour
,
past
the
glittering
buffet
,
and
on
up
the
platform
,
to
a
part
where
six
boys
of
various
sizes
were
standing
huddled
forlornly
together
under
a
gaslight
.
"
Aha
!
"
said
Dr.
Grimstone
,
with
a
slight
touch
of
the
ogre
in
his
tone
,
"
more
of
my
fellows
,
eh
?
We
shall
be
quite
a
party
.
How
do
you
do
,
boys
?
Welcome
back
to
your
studies
.
"
And
the
six
boys
came
forward
,
all
evidently
in
the
lowest
spirits
,
and
raised
their
tall
hats
with
a
studied
politeness
.
"
Some
old
friends
here
,
Bultitude
,
"
said
the
Doctor
,
impelling
the
unwilling
Paul
towards
the
group
.
"
You
know
Tipping
,
of
course
;
Coker
,
too
,
you
've
met
before
—
and
Coggs
.
How
are
you
,
Siggers
?
You
're
looking
well
.
Ah
,
by
the
way
,
I
see
a
new
face
—
Kiffin
,
I
think
?
Kiffin
,
this
is
Bultitude
,
who
will
make
himself
your
mentor
,
I
hope
,
and
initiate
you
into
our
various
manners
and
customs
.
"
And
,
with
a
horrible
dream-like
sense
of
unreality
,
Mr.
Bultitude
found
himself
being
greeted
by
several
entire
strangers
with
a
degree
of
warmth
embarrassing
in
the
extreme
.
He
would
have
liked
to
protest
and
declare
himself
there
and
then
in
his
true
colours
,
but
if
this
had
been
difficult
alone
with
the
Doctor
under
the
clock
,
it
was
impossible
now
,
and
he
submitted
ruefully
enough
to
their
unwelcome
advances
.
Tipping
,
a
tall
,
red-haired
,
raw-boned
boy
,
with
sleeves
and
trousers
he
had
outgrown
,
and
immense
boots
,
wrung
Paul
's
hand
with
misdirected
energy
,
saying
"
how-de-do
?
"
with
a
gruff
superiority
,
mercifully
tempered
by
a
touch
of
sheepishness
.
Coggs
and
Coker
welcomed
him
with
open
arms
as
an
equal
,
while
Siggers
,
a
short
,
slight
,
sharp-featured
boy
,
with
a
very
fashionable
hat
and
shirt-collars
,
and
a
horse-shoe
pin
,
drawled
,
"
How
are
you
,
old
boy
?
"
with
the
languor
of
a
confirmed
man
about
town
.
The
other
two
were
Biddlecomb
,
a
boy
with
a
blooming
complexion
and
a
singularly
sweet
voice
,
and
the
new-comer
,
Kiffin
,
who
did
not
seem
much
more
at
home
in
the
society
of
other
boys
than
Mr.
Bultitude
himself
,
for
he
kept
nervously
away
from
them
,
shivering
with
the
piteous
self-abandonment
of
an
Italian
greyhound
.
Paul
was
now
convinced
that
unless
he
exerted
himself
considerably
,
his
identity
with
his
son
would
never
even
be
questioned
,
and
the
danger
roused
him
to
a
sudden
determination
.
However
his
face
and
figure
might
belie
him
,
nothing
in
his
speech
or
conduct
should
encourage
the
mistake
.
Whatever
it
might
cost
him
to
overcome
his
fear
of
the
Doctor
,
he
would
force
himself
to
act
and
talk
ostentatiously
,
as
much
like
his
own
ordinary
self
as
possible
,
during
the
journey
down
to
Market
Rodwell
,
so
as
to
prepare
the
Doctor
's
mind
for
the
disclosures
he
meant
to
make
at
the
earliest
opportunity
.
He
was
beginning
to
see
that
the
railway
carriage
,
with
all
those
boys
sitting
by
and
staring
,
would
be
an
inconvenient
place
for
so
delicate
and
difficult
a
confession
.
The
guard
having
warned
intending
passengers
to
take
their
seats
,
and
Jolland
,
who
had
been
unaccountably
missing
all
this
time
,
having
appeared
from
the
direction
of
the
refreshment
buffet
,
furtively
brushing
away
some
suspicious-looking
flakes
and
crumbs
from
his
coat
,
and
contrived
to
join
the
party
unperceived
,
they
all
got
into
a
first-class
compartment
—
Paul
with
the
rest
.
He
longed
for
moral
courage
to
stand
out
boldly
and
refuse
to
leave
town
,
but
,
as
we
have
seen
,
it
was
beyond
his
powers
,
and
he
temporised
.
Very
soon
the
whistle
had
sounded
and
the
train
had
begun
to
glide
slowly
out
beyond
the
platform
and
arch
,
past
the
signal
boxes
and
long
low
sheds
and
offices
which
are
the
suburbs
of
a
large
terminus
—
and
then
it
was
too
late
.
4.
A
Minnow
amongst
Tritons
"
Boys
are
capital
fellows
in
their
own
way
among
their
mates
;
but
they
are
unwholesome
companions
for
grown
people
.
"
—
Essays
of
Elia
.
For
some
time
after
they
were
fairly
started
the
Doctor
read
his
evening
paper
with
an
air
of
impartial
but
severe
criticism
,
and
Mr.
Bultitude
as
he
sat
opposite
him
next
to
the
window
,
found
himself
overwhelmed
with
a
new
and
very
unpleasant
timidity
.
He
knew
that
,
if
he
would
free
himself
,
this
utterly
unreasonable
feeling
must
be
wrestled
with
and
overcome
;
that
now
,
if
ever
,
was
the
time
to
assert
himself
,
and
prove
that
he
was
anything
but
the
raw
youth
he
was
conscious
of
appearing
.
He
had
merely
to
speak
and
act
,
too
,
in
his
ordinary
everyday
manner
;
to
forget
as
far
as
possible
the
change
that
had
affected
his
outer
man
,
which
was
not
so
very
difficult
to
do
after
all
—
and
yet
his
heart
sank
lower
and
lower
as
each
fresh
telegraph
post
flitted
past
.
"
I
will
let
him
speak
first
,
"
he
thought
;
"
then
I
shall
be
able
to
feel
my
way
.
"
But
there
was
more
fear
than
caution
in
the
resolve
.
At
last
,
however
,
the
Doctor
laid
down
his
paper
,
and
,
looking
round
with
the
glance
of
proprietorship
on
his
pupils
,
who
had
relapsed
into
a
decorous
and
gloomy
silence
,
observed
:
"
Well
,
boys
,
you
have
had
an
unusually
protracted
vacation
this
time
—
owing
to
the
unprecedented
severity
of
the
weather
.
We
must
try
to
make
up
for
it
by
the
zest
and
ardour
with
which
we
pursue
our
studies
during
the
term
.
I
intend
to
reduce
the
Easter
holidays
by
a
week
by
way
of
compensation
.
"
This
announcement
(
which
by
no
means
relieved
the
general
depression
—
the
boys
receiving
it
with
a
sickly
interest
)
was
good
news
to
Paul
,
and
even
had
the
effect
of
making
him
forget
his
position
for
the
time
.
"
I
'm
uncommonly
glad
to
hear
it
,
Dr.
Grimstone
,
"
he
said
heartily
,
"
an
excellent
arrangement
.
Boys
have
too
many
holidays
as
it
is
.
There
's
no
reason
,
to
my
mind
,
why
parents
should
be
the
sufferers
by
every
snowstorm
.
It
's
no
joke
,
I
can
assure
you
,
to
have
a
great
idle
boy
hanging
about
the
place
eating
his
empty
head
off
!
"
A
burglar
enlarging
upon
the
sanctity
of
the
law
of
property
,
or
a
sheep
exposing
the
fallacies
of
vegetarianism
,
could
hardly
have
produced
a
greater
sensation
.
Every
boy
was
roused
from
his
languor
to
stare
and
wonder
at
these
traitorous
sentiments
,
which
,
from
the
mouth
of
any
but
a
known
and
tried
companion
,
would
have
roused
bitter
hostility
and
contempt
.
As
it
was
,
their
wonder
became
a
rapturous
admiration
,
and
they
waited
for
the
situation
to
develop
with
a
fearful
and
secret
joy
.
It
was
some
time
before
the
Doctor
quite
recovered
himself
;
then
he
said
with
a
grim
smile
,
"
This
is
indeed
finding
Saul
amongst
the
prophets
;
your
sentiments
,
if
sincere
,
Bultitude
—
I
repeat
,
if
sincere
—
are
very
creditable
.
But
I
am
obliged
to
look
upon
them
with
suspicion
!
"
Then
,
as
if
to
dismiss
a
doubtful
subject
,
he
inquired
generally
,
"
And
how
have
you
all
been
spending
your
holidays
,
eh
!
"
There
was
no
attempt
to
answer
this
question
,
it
being
felt
probably
that
it
was
,
like
the
conventional
"
How
do
you
do
?
"
one
to
which
an
answer
is
neither
desired
nor
expected
,
especially
as
he
continued
almost
immediately
,
"
I
took
my
boy
Tom
up
to
town
the
week
before
Christmas
to
see
the
representation
of
the
'
Agamemnon
'
at
St.
George
's
Hall
.
The
'
Agamemnon
,
'
as
most
of
you
are
doubtless
aware
,
is
a
drama
by
Æschylus
,
a
Greek
poet
of
established
reputation
.
I
was
much
pleased
by
the
intelligent
appreciation
Tom
showed
during
the
performance
.
He
distinctly
recognised
several
words
from
his
Greek
Grammar
in
the
course
of
the
dialogue
.
"
No
one
seemed
capable
of
responding
except
Mr.
Bultitude
,
who
dashed
into
the
breach
with
an
almost
pathetic
effort
to
maintain
his
accustomed
stiffness
.
"
I
may
be
old-fashioned
,
"
he
said
,
"
very
likely
I
am
;
but
I
—
ah
—
decidedly
disapprove
of
taking
children
to
dramatic
exhibitions
of
any
kind
.
It
unsettles
them
,
sir
—
unsettles
them
!
"
Dr.
Grimstone
made
no
answer
,
but
he
put
a
hand
on
each
knee
,
and
glared
with
pursed
lips
and
a
leonine
bristle
of
the
beard
at
his
youthful
critic
for
some
moments
,
after
which
he
returned
to
his
Globe
with
a
short
ominous
cough
.
"
I
've
offended
him
now
,
"
thought
Paul
.
"
I
must
be
more
careful
what
I
say
.
But
I
'll
get
him
into
conversation
again
presently
.
"
So
he
began
at
the
first
opportunity
:
"
You
have
this
evening
's
paper
,
I
see
.
No
telegrams
of
importance
,
I
suppose
?
"
"
No
,
sir
,
"
said
the
Doctor
shortly
.
"
I
saw
a
report
in
to-day
's
Times
,
"
said
poor
Mr.
Bultitude
,
with
a
desperate
attempt
at
his
most
conversational
and
instructive
manner
,
"
I
saw
a
report
that
the
camphor
crop
was
likely
to
be
a
failure
this
season
.
Now
,
it
's
a
very
singular
thing
about
camphor
,
that
the
Japanese
—
—
"
(
he
hoped
to
lead
the
conversation
round
to
colonial
produce
,
and
thus
open
the
Doctor
's
eyes
by
the
extent
of
his
acquaintance
with
the
subject
)
.
"
I
am
already
acquainted
with
the
method
of
obtaining
camphor
,
thank
you
,
Bultitude
,
"
said
the
Doctor
,
with
dangerous
politeness
.
"
I
was
about
to
observe
,
when
you
interrupted
me
,
"
said
Paul
,
"
(
and
this
is
really
a
fact
that
I
doubt
if
you
are
aware
of
)
,
that
the
Japanese
never
—
—
"
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
the
Doctor
,
with
some
impatience
,
"
probably
they
never
do
,
sir
,
but
I
shall
have
other
opportunities
of
finding
out
what
you
have
read
about
the
Japanese
.
"
But
he
glanced
over
the
top
of
the
paper
at
the
indignant
Paul
,
who
was
not
accustomed
to
have
his
information
received
in
this
manner
,
with
less
suspicion
and
a
growing
conviction
that
some
influence
during
the
holidays
had
changed
the
boy
from
a
graceless
young
scapegrace
into
a
prig
of
the
first
water
.
"
He
's
most
uncivil
"
—
Mr
.
Bultitude
told
himself
—
"
almost
insulting
,
but
I
'll
go
on
.
I
'm
rousing
his
curiosity
.
I
'm
making
way
with
him
;
he
sees
a
difference
already
.
"
And
so
he
applied
himself
once
more
.
"
You
're
a
smoker
,
of
course
,
Dr.
Grimstone
?
"
he
began
.
"
We
do
n't
stop
anywhere
,
I
think
,
on
the
way
,
and
I
must
confess
myself
,
after
dinner
,
a
whiff
or
two
—
I
think
I
can
give
you
a
cigar
you
'll
appreciate
.
"
And
he
felt
for
his
cigar-case
,
really
forgetting
that
it
was
gone
,
like
all
other
incidents
of
his
old
self
;
while
Jolland
giggled
with
unrestrained
delight
at
such
charming
effrontery
.
"
If
I
did
not
know
,
sir
,
"
said
the
Doctor
,
now
effectually
roused
,
"
that
this
was
ill-timed
buffoonery
,
and
not
an
intentional
insult
,
I
should
be
seriously
angry
.
As
it
is
,
I
can
overlook
any
exuberance
of
mirth
which
is
,
perhaps
,
pardonable
when
the
mind
is
elated
by
the
return
to
the
cheerful
bustle
and
activity
of
school-life
.
But
be
very
careful
.
"
"
He
need
n't
be
so
angry
,
"
thought
Paul
,
"
how
could
I
know
he
does
n't
smoke
?
But
I
'm
afraid
he
does
n't
quite
know
me
,
even
now
.
"
So
he
began
again
:
"
Did
I
hear
you
mention
the
name
of
Kiffin
amongst
those
of
your
pupils
here
,
Doctor
?
I
thought
so
.
Not
the
son
of
Jordan
Kiffin
,
of
College
Hill
,
surely
?
Yes
?
Why
,
bless
my
soul
,
your
father
and
I
,
my
little
fellow
,
were
old
friends
in
days
before
you
were
born
or
thought
of
—
born
or
thought
of
.
He
was
in
a
very
small
way
then
,
a
very
small
—
—
Eh
,
Dr.
Grimstone
,
do
n't
you
feel
well
?
"
"
I
see
what
you
're
aiming
at
,
sir
.
You
wish
to
prove
to
me
that
I
'm
making
a
mistake
in
my
treatment
of
you
.
"
"
That
was
my
idea
,
certainly
,
"
said
Paul
,
much
pleased
.
"
I
'm
very
glad
you
take
me
,
Doctor
.
"
"
I
shall
take
you
in
a
way
you
wo
n't
appreciate
soon
,
if
this
goes
on
,
"
said
