mind you, if it’s interesting to watch any ordinary person come a howler, what must it be to see your own head-master do it? a “howler,” of course, is the same as a “cropper,” and you can come one at cricket or football or in class or in everyday life.
dr. dunston’s howler was a most complicated sort, and i had the luck to be one of the chaps who witnessed him come it. of course, to see any master make a tremendous mistake is good; but when you are dealing with a man almost totally bald and sixty-two years of age the affair has a solemn side, especially owing to his being a rev. and a d.d. in fact, slade, who was with me, said the spectacle reminded him of the depths of woe beggars got into in greek tragedies, which often wanted half a dozen gods to lug them 172out of. but no gods troubled themselves about dunston; and it really was a bit awful looked at from his point of view; because it’s beastly to give yourself away to kids at the best of times; and no doubt to him all of us are more or less as kids, even the sixth.
he often had a way of bringing the parents of a possible new boy through one or two of the big class-rooms and the chapel of merivale, just to show what a swagger place it was. then we all bucked up like mad, and the masters bucked up too, and gave their gowns a hitch round and their mortar-boards a cock up, and made more noise and put on more side generally, just to add to the splendor of the scene from the point of view of the parents of the possible new boy.
sometimes the affair was rather spoiled by an aunt or mother or some woman or other asking the doctor homely sort of questions about sanitary arrangements or prayers; then to see old dunston making long-winded replies and getting even the drains to sound majestic was fine. his manner varied according to the people who came over the school. sometimes, if it only happened 173to be a guardian or a lawyer, he was short and stern. then he just swept along, calling attention to the ventilation and discipline, and looking at the chaps as if they were dried specimens in a museum; but with fathers or women he had a playful mood and an expression known as the “parent-smile.” to mothers he never talked about “pupils,” but called the whole shoot of us “his lads,” and beamed and fluttered his gown, like a hen with chickens flutters its wings. the masters always copied him, and to see that little brute browne trying to flutter over the kids like a hen when the doctor came into his class-room was a ghastly sight, knowing him as we did. also the doctor would often pat a youngster on the head and beam at him. he generally singled corkey minimus out for patting and beaming; and corkey minor said the irony of it was pretty frightful, considering that corkey minimus, for different reasons, got licked oftener by the doctor than almost any chap in the lower school.
well, one day in came the doctor to the school-room of the fourth. i’m in the sixth 174myself, and a personal chum of slade’s, the head of the school; but i happened to have gone to the fourth with a message, so i saw what happened. a very big man who puffed out his chest like a pigeon followed the doctor. he had a blue tie on with a jolly bright diamond in it, and there were small purple veins in a regular network over his cheeks, and his mustache was yellowish-gray and waxed out as sharp as pins. a lady followed him with red rims to her little eyes and gold things hanging about her chest. the doctor, being all arched up and rolled round from the small of the back like a wood-louse, seemed to show they were parents of perhaps more fellows than one. the big chap wore an eye-glass and spoke very loud, and was jolly pleasant.
“ah!” he said, “and this is where the little boys work, eh? i expect, now, my youngster will be drafted in among these small men, doctor dunston?”
“it is very possible--nay, probable in the highest degree, my lord,” said the doctor. “we are now,” he continued, “in the presence of the fourth and lower fourth. the 175class-room is spacious, as you see, and new. a commanding panorama of the surrounding country and our playing-fields may be enjoyed from the french windows. if two of you lads will move that black-board from there, lord golightly may be able to see something of the prospect.”
two of the kids promptly knocked down the black-board nearly onto the purple-veined lord’s head. then suddenly the lady called out and attracted his attention. looking round, we found she had got awfully excited, and stood pointing straight at young tomlin. he was a mere kid, at the extreme bottom of the lower fourth; but he happened to be my fag, so i was interested. she pointed at him, in the most frantic way, with a hand in a browny-yellow glove, and a gold bracelet outside the glove and a little watch let into the bracelet.
“good gracious!” she said, “do look ralph! what an astounding resemblance! whoever is that boy?”
tomlin turned rather red in the gills, which was natural.
“do you know the lad?” asked the doctor.
176“never saw him before in my life; but i hope he’ll forgive me for being so rude as to point at him in that way,” she said. “he’s exactly like our dear carlo; they might be twins.”
tomlin thought she meant a pet dog, and got rather rum to look at.
“carlo is our son, you know,” explained the lord.
“singular coincidence,” answered doctor dunston, not looking very keen about it. in fact, he wasn’t too fond of tomlin at any time, and seemed sorry he should be dragged in now. but the kid was a very tidy sort, really--captain of the third footer eleven and a good runner. he happened to be the son of a big london hatter who had a shop of enormous dimensions in bond street; and the doctor was said to get his own hats there; yet he didn’t like tomlin.
tomlin went out into the open, and the purple-veined lord shook hands with him, and the lord’s wife stood him in the light and turned him round to catch different expressions. then they admitted that the 177likeness was really most wonderful, and they both hoped tomlin and carlo would be great friends. tomlin, told by the doctor to answer, stood on one leg, twisted his arms in a curious way he’s got when nervous, and said he hoped they might be; but he said it as though he knew jolly well they wouldn’t.
then the lord and the lady cleared out, and a week later carlo came. his real name was westonleigh, and he was a viscount or something, being eldest son of an earl; but we called him carlo, and he grew jolly waxy when he found his nickname had got to merivale before him. he fancied himself to a most hideous extent for a kid of nine, and explained he’d only come for a year or so before going to eton. he went into the lower fourth, so tomlin ceased to be at the bottom of that class.
the likeness between carlo and my fag was really most peculiar. it must have been for carlo’s own mother to see it; but when carlo heard that tomlin would be a hatter in the course of years he refused to have anything to do with him. and tomlin 178loathed carlo, too, from the start; so instead of being chums according to the wish of the purple-veined lord, they hated one another, and the first licking of any importance which carlo got he had from tomlin.
the chap was a failure all round, and it’s no good saying he wasn’t. everybody saw it but doctor dunston, and he wouldn’t. carlo proved to be a sneak and a liar of the deepest sort--not to masters, but to the chaps; and he was also jolly cruel to animals, and very much liked to torture things that couldn’t hit him back, such as mice and insects. he had a square face and snubby nose, and a voice and eyes exactly similar to tomlin’s; but there was no likeness in their characters, tomlin being a very decent kid, as i have said. fellows barred carlo all round, and he only had one real chum in the miserable shape of fowle. fowle sucked up to him and listened for hours about his ancestors, and buttered him at all times, hoping, of course, that some day he would get asked to carlo’s father’s castle in the holidays. i may also note carlo never played games, excepting tossing behind the gymnasium 179for half-pennies with fowle and steggles, steggles, of course, winning.
happening one day to go down through the playground, young tomlin saw westonleigh near a little fir-tree which grew at the top of the drill-ground. he was alone, and seemed to be doing something queer, so tomlin stopped and went over.
“what are you up to?” he said.
“frying ants,” said carlo, “though it’s no business of yours. you see, there’s turpentine juice come out of this tree where i cut it yesterday, and you can stick the ants in it, then fry them to a cinder with a burning-glass, like this.”
“that’s what you’re doing?”
“it is.”
“don’t you think you’re rather a little beast?”
“what d’ you mean, hatter?”
“i mean i’m going to kick you for being such a cruel beast.”
they stood the same height to an inch and were the same age, so it was a perfectly sportsman-like thing for tomlin to offer.
180“you seem to forget who you’re talking to,” said carlo.
“no, i don’t--no chance of that. your ancestors came over with william the conqueror--carried his portmanteau, i expect, then cleared out when the fighting came on. yes, and another ancestor stabbed a friend of wat tyler’s when he was face down on the ground, after somebody else had knocked him over. that’s what you are, ant-fryer.”
“i’ll thank you to let me pass,” said carlo. “i’m not accustomed to talking to people like you, and if you think i’m going to fight with a future hatter you’re wrong.”
“then you can put your tail between your legs and swallow this,” said tomlin, and he went on and licked carlo pretty well. he also broke his burning-glass.
“you’ll live to be sorry for this all your life!” yelled out carlo, when tomlin let him get up off some broken flower-pots on the drill-ground. “i’ll never forget it; i’ll get my father to make old dunston expel you; and when i’m a man i’ll devote all my time to wrecking your vile hat business and ruining 181you and making you a shivering, starving beggar in the streets!”
“go and sneak, i should,” said tomlin.
and blessed if carlo didn’t! he tore straight off to the doctor just as he was, in his licked condition.
that much i heard from my fag, young tomlin, but the rest i saw for myself, as the sixth happened to be before the doctor in his study when carlo arrived. he was white and muddy, and slightly bloody and panting; he looked jolly wicked, and his collar had carried away from the stud, and his trousers were torn behind.
“my good lad, whatever has happened?” began the doctor. “don’t say you have met with an accident? and yet your appearance--”
“nothing of the sort,” said carlo, who soon found out the doctor had a weak place for him, owing to his being a lord’s son. “i’ve been frightfully and cruelly mangled through no fault of my own; and i believe some things inside me are broken too.”
“sit down, sit down, my unfortunate lad,” said the doctor. then he rang the bell and 182told the butler to bring viscount westonleigh a glass of wine at once.
“it’s tomlin done it,” said carlo. “he came up behind me, and, before i could defend myself, he trampled on me and tried to tear me limb from limb. i’m not strong, and i may die of it. anyway, he ought to be expelled, and i’ll write to my father, the earl, about it, and he’ll make the whole country-side resound if tomlin isn’t sent away and his character ruined.”
“hush, westonleigh!” said the doctor. “have no fear that justice will not be done, my boy. you shall yourself accuse tomlin and hear what he may have to say in defence.”
then tomlin was sent for, and in about ten minutes came.
“is this true, boy tomlin?” said the doctor, putting on his big manner. “one glance at your victim,” he continued, “furnishes a more conclusive reply to my question than could any word of yours; nevertheless, i desire to hear from your own lips whether viscount westonleigh’s assertions are true or not.”
183“don’t know what he’s asserted, sir,” said tomlin, which was a smart thing for a kid to say. “if he said i’ve licked him, it’s true, sir.”
“that is what he did assert, sir, in words chosen with greater regard for my feelings than your own. and are you aware, george tomlin, that you have ‘licked’ one who, in the ordinary course of nature, and subject to the will of an all-just, all-seeing providence, will some day take his seat in the house of lords?”
“i’ve heard him say he will, sir,” answered tomlin, as though no statement of carlo’s could be worth believing.
“don’t answer in that offensive tone, boy,” answered the doctor, his voice rising to the pitch that always went before a flogging. “if your stagnant sense of right cannot bring a blush to your cheek before the spectacle of your scandalous achievement, it will be necessary for me--for me, your head-master, sir--to quicken the blood in your veins and bring a blush to the baser extremity of your person. some learn through the head, george tomlin; some 184can only be approached through the hide; and with the latter category you have long, unhappily, chosen to throw in your lot.”
tomlin said nothing, but looked at carlo.
“before proceeding, according to my custom, i shall hear both sides of this question--audi alteram partem, george tomlin. now say what you have to say; explain why your lamentable, your unholy, your aboriginal passions led you to fall upon viscount westonleigh from behind--to take him in the rear, sir, after the unmanly fashion of the north american indian or other primitive savage.”
“i didn’t take him in the rear at all, sir,” said tomlin. “i stood right up to him, and he said he wouldn’t fight a future hatter.”
“a very proper decision, too, sir--a natural and wise decision,” declared the doctor. “why should the son of lord golightly imbue his hand in the blood of--i will not say a future hatter, for i yield to no man in my respect for your father, tomlin, and his business is alike honorable and necessary; but why should he fight anybody?”
185“if he’s challenged he’s got to, sir, or else take a licking.”
“no flippancy, sir!” thundered the doctor again. “who are you to announce the laws which govern the society of merivale? shall it be possible in a christian land, at a christian college for christian lads, to find infamous boys with tigrine instincts parading the fold for the purpose of smiting when and where they will? this, sir, is the very apotheosis of savagery!”
“i didn’t do it for nothing, sir,” said tomlin. “i’m not going to sneak, of course; but i--i licked carlo for a jolly good reason, and he knows what.”
“don’t know anything of the sort,” declared carlo. “you flew at me like a wolf from behind.”
“that’s a good one,” answered tomlin.
“anybody can see you did from the state i’m in,” said carlo.
“you two boys,” began the doctor again, “though you know it not, stand here before me as types of a great social movement, i may even say upheaval. in the democratic age upon which we are now entering, we 186shall find the tomlins at war with the westonleighs; we shall find the westonleighs disdaining to fight, and the tomlins accordingly doing what pleases them in their own brutal way. now, here i find myself met with statement and counter-statement. the indictment is all too clear against you, boy tomlin, for even the glass of old brown sherry which he has just consumed fails to soothe your unfortunate victim’s nerve-centres. he is still far from calm; his ganglions are yet vibrating. this work of destruction was yours. you do not deny it, but you refuse any explanation, making instead a vague and ambiguous reference to not sneaking. no man hates the tale-bearer more than your head-master, sir, but there are occasions when the school’s welfare and the protection of our little commonwealth make it absolutely necessary that offences should be reported to the ruler of that commonwealth. i have no hesitation in saying that westonleigh saw the present incident in this light. he had no right to hush up the matter. whatever his private instincts towards mercy, his duty to his companions 187and to me, together with a hereditary sense of justice and the fearless instincts of his race, compelled him to come before me and report the presence of a young garroter in our midst. i select the word, george tomlin, and i say that, having regard to the perverted, not to say inverted, sense of justice and honor all too common among every community of boys, westonleigh’s act was a brave act. i accept his statement in its entirety; consequently, tomlin, you may join me this evening, at nine o’clock, after prayers.”
that meant a flogging, and tomlin said, “yes, sir,” and hooked it; but the wretched carlo thought he was going to hear tomlin expelled. he burst out and said as much, and the doctor started as if a serpent had stung him, and told carlo to control the instinct of revenge so common to all human nature, and explained that chaps were not expelled for trifles. he reminded carlo that tomlin had an immortal soul like himself, and seemed to imply that being expelled from merivale would ruin a chap’s future in the next world as well as this one. finally, 188he allowed carlo, in consideration of the dressing he had got, to stop in the playground that afternoon with a book. so the little skunk crept off, shattered ganglions and all, pretending to walk lame; while the doctor, evidently much bothered altogether, took up our work where he had left it.
tomlin got flogged all right, and there the matter ended, excepting that a lot of fellows sent carlo to coventry and called him “ant-fryer” from that day.
then, within three weeks, came the doctor’s howler, steggles being responsible. steggles is a bit of a hound, but his cunning is wonderful. as for the doctor, he continued making much of carlo and sitting on tomlin, till one day, going into chapel, he unexpectedly patted tomlin on the head. tomlin was rather pleased, because he thought the doctor was relenting to him; but when steggles heard of it he said:
“why, you fool, he thought he was patting westonleigh!”
then, on an evening when tomlin was 189cooking a sausage for me in the sixth’s class-room, he said:
“please, i should like to speak to you, if i may.”
so i chucked work, and told him to say what he liked.
“it’s only to show how things go against a chap, no matter what he does,” said the kid. “this term i have been flogged for licking carlo, and caned three times since for other things, which were more bad luck than anything else; and now i’ll be flogged again to-morrow for absolute certain.”
“why?”
“well, it’s a jolly muddle. you know steggles?”
“yes, you’re a fool to go about with him,” i said.
“perhaps i was. anyway, steggles and me made a plot to get some of the medlars from the tree on the lawn, and we minched out after dark to do it. they’re simply allowed to fall and rot on the ground, which is a waste of good tuck, steggles says. we went out about ten o’clock last night, past browne’s study window; and we looked in 190from the shrubbery to see the window open, and soda-water and whiskey and pipes on the table; but no browne, strange to say. then we sneaked on, and steggles suddenly heard something and got funky, but i kept him going. we reached the tree and steggles lighted his bull’s-eye lantern, so as to collect the medlars, when suddenly out from behind the tree itself rushed a man. we hooked it like lightning, naturally, and i never saw steggles go at such a pace in my life, and he stuck to his lantern, too; but i tripped and fell, and before i could get up the man had collared me. if you’ll believe it, the man was browne! he asked me who the other chap was, and i said i couldn’t be quite sure; so he told me to go back to bed, which i did. that was last night; and the one medlar we had time to get steggles had eaten before i got back, which shows what steggles is. to-day browne will tell the doctor. he always chooses the evening after prayers, so that he can work the doctor up with his stories and get a chap flogged right away; because it often happens when doctor dunston 191says he’ll flog a chap next day he doesn’t do it.”
“and what is steggles going to do?”
“he says he is watching events. he also says that browne was certainly stealing the doctor’s medlars himself, and really we surprised him, not he us; but, of course, steggles says it’s no good my telling the doctor that. steggles also says that he’s got an idea which may come to something. i don’t know; but he’s a very cute chap. i’ve got to keep out of the way after prayers to-night, and steggles is going to watch browne. he won’t tell me his plan. i thought once that perhaps he meant giving himself up for me, and i asked him, and he said i ought to know him better.”
tomlin then cleared out, and as the doctor took slade and me for a short greek lesson every evening after prayers, because of special examinations, i had the good luck to see the end of the business that very night.
we’d just got to work by the doctor’s green-shaded reading-lamp when browne came in with his grovelling way, pretending he was awfully sorry for having to round on 192tomlin, but that his duty gave him no option, and so on.
“last night,” he said, “i was sitting correcting exercises in my study when i fancied i saw a form steal across the grass outside. thinking some vagabond might be in the grounds, i dashed out and followed as quickly as possible. presently i saw a light, and noted two figures under the medlar-tree. fearing they might be plotting against the house, i went straight at them, and, to my astonishment, saw that they were only boys. one darted away, and i failed to catch him; the other, i much regret to say, was tomlin.”
that is how browne put the affair.
“tomlin again!” exclaimed the doctor. “positively that boy’s behavior passes the bounds of endurance.”
“yes, taking the medlars of one who has always treated him as you have. i couldn’t trust myself to speak to him. he’s a very disappointing boy.”
“he’s a disgraceful, degenerate, disreputable boy! i can forgive much; but the stealing of fruit--and that my fruit! greediness, immorality, ingratitude in the person 193of one outrageous lad! i thank you, browne. yours was a zealous act, and argued courage of high order. oblige me by sending tomlin hither at once. there shall be no delay.”
browne hurried off to find the wretched tomlin; and doctor dunston, who always had to work up his feelings before flogging a chap, snorted like a horse, and took off his glasses, and went to the corner behind the book-case where canes and things were kept. he seemed to forget slade and me, so we sat tight in the gloom outside the radius of light thrown by the green-shaded lamp, and waited with regret to see tomlin catch it. the doctor talked to himself as he brought out a birch and swished it through the air once or twice.
“upon my soul,” he said, “lord golightly’s son was right. his knowledge of character is remarkable in so young a lad. tomlin will have to be expelled; tomlin must go; such consistent, such inherent depravity appears ineradicable. pruning is of no avail; the branch must be sacrificed. my medlars under cover of darkness! and i 194would have given them freely had he but asked!”
he evidently wasn’t going to expel tomlin this time, but he meant doing all he knew with the birch; and as tomlin was some while coming, the doctor’s safety-valves were regularly humming before he turned up. when he did come he walked boldly in; and the doctor, who had been striding up and down like a lion at the zoo, didn’t wait for any remarks, but just went straight for him, seized him by the nape of the neck, nipped his hand round his back--in a way he did very neatly from long practice--and began to administer about the hottest flogging he’d given to any boy in his life.
“so--you--add--the--eighth--com--mand--ment--to--the--others--you--have--already--shattered--deplorable--boy!” roared the doctor, giving tomlin one between each smack. “you--would--purloin--steal--rob--the medlars--of your preceptor. you would lead others--to--share--your--sin. you would bring--tears--of--grief--to--a--good--mother’s--eyes!”
195here the doctor stopped a moment for breath, but he still held on to tomlin, who, much to my surprise, wriggled about a good deal. in fact, he shot out his legs over and over again at intervals, like a grasshopper does when it gets into the water; and when he got a chance he yelled back at the doctor:
“it’s a lie--a filthy lie!” he shrieked out. “beast--devil! let me go! let me go! i never touched your rotten old medlars--oh!--oh!”
then the doctor went off again.
“silence, miserable child! cease your blasphemies. falsehood--will--not--save--you--now!”
“i never touched them, i tell you, you muddle-headed old beast! you’re killing me, and my father’ll imprison you for life for it. i wish they could hang you. i’ll make you smart for this if you only live till i grow up--devil!”
but the doctor had shot his bolt. he gave tomlin a final smack, then shook him off like a spider, picked up his mortar-board, which had fallen off in the struggle, and put the birch in its place.
196“now go, and don’t speak another word, or i shall expel you, wretched lad!”
meantime slade and i were fairly on the gasp, for from the time that tomlin, as we thought, had called the doctor a devil we realized the truth. now his passion nearly choked him; he danced with pain and rage; only when the doctor took a stride towards him he opened the door and hooked it.
the doctor puffed and grunted like a traction-engine trying to get up a hill.
“these are the black days in a head-master’s life, slade,” he said. “that misguided lad thinks that i enjoyed administering his punishment, yet both mentally and physically the operation caused me far greater suffering than it brought to him. i am wounded--wounded to the heart--and the exertion causes and will cause me much discomfort for hours to come, owing to its unusual severity. i may say that not for ten years has it been necessary for me to flog a boy as i have just flogged george tomlin. now let us proceed.”
i couldn’t have broken it to him, but slade did. he said:
197“please, sir, it wasn’t tomlin.”
“not tomlin--not tomlin! what d’ you mean, boy? who was it, then?” said the doctor, his eyebrows going up on to his forehead, which was all quite dewy from the hard work.
“it was young carlo--i mean westonleigh,” said slade.
“viscount westonleigh!” gasped the doctor, his mouth dropping right open in a very rum way by itself, if you understand me.
“yes, sir.”
“then why in the name of heaven didn’t you say so? how dare you stand there and watch me commit an offence against law and justice? how did you dare to watch me ignorantly torture an innocent boy, and that boy-- go! go both of you--you, slade, and you, butler, also. go instantly, and send browne and viscount westonleigh to me. good god! this is terrible--terrible!”
so that was his howler, and to see him in his chair looking so old and haggard and queer was rather frightful. he seemed suddenly struck with limpness, and his 198hands shook like anything, and so did his bald head; and he puffed as if he’d been running miles; and slade said afterwards that he looked jolly frightened too. he put his face in his hands as we went out, and we heard him say something about lord golightly and ruin, and universal opprobrium on his gray hairs, though really he had none worth mentioning; and slade said he almost thought the doctor was actually going to cry, if such a thing could be possible.
we sent browne off to him, but carlo wasn’t to be found. he’d been seen yelling somewhere, but couldn’t be traced. what had happened was this: tomlin, in obedience to steggles, had kept rather close after prayers; in fact, he had spent the half-hour to bed-time in a cupboard in the gymnasium, under the rubber shoes. so browne, not finding him, had told the first boy he saw to do so; and that boy happened to be steggles, who had been at his heels ever since he went to the doctor. steggles is a miserable, unwholesome thing, but his strategy certainly comes off. once having the message, all was easy, because steggles 199merely found carlo, and told him the doctor wanted him. the result was much better than even steggles hoped; because, though the doctor generally fell on a chap who came to be flogged straightaway, like he did on carlo, it wasn’t often anybody got such a frightful strong dose as carlo had. afterwards, when taxed, steggles swore, of course, that he thought he was talking to tomlin. seeing the likeness, this might have been perfectly true, though in their secret hearts everybody knew steggles too jolly well to really believe it.
carlo didn’t turn up, and after an hour or more of frantic rushing about, somebody said perhaps he’d jumped down the garden well owing to the indignity of what he’d got. but soon afterwards, in reply to a special telegram sent for the doctor by the people at the railway station, an answer came from golightly towers, twenty miles off, where the purple-veined lord, father of carlo, hung out. the kid, it seemed, had sloped down to merivale railway station after his licking, and taken a ticket right away for golightly, and gone home by the last train 200but one that night. he never returned either, but next day his father dropped in on doctor dunston, and fowle managed to hear a little of what went on through the key-hole. he said that as far as he could make out the lord didn’t think much of the matter, and said one thrashing more or less wouldn’t mar carlo. but the lord’s wife, who didn’t come, evidently took the same view as carlo, for he never returned to dunston’s again. the doctor’s howler ended in his losing the little bounder altogether, which, with his views about lords in general, and especially earls, must have been frightfully rough on him.
as to tomlin, actually the doctor never flogged him after all! i think his spirit had got a bit broken, and though tomlin went at the end of the term, he wasn’t expelled, but withdrawn by mutual consent, like you hear of things in parliament sometimes. he wouldn’t have gone at all, but he refused to say who was under the medlar-tree with him, and stuck to it; and steggles absolutely declined to give himself up, because, as he truly said, he had more than 201kept his promise to tomlin about helping him out of the mess.
so tomlin went. he was a very decent little chap indeed, and nearly all the fellows at dunston’s promised faithfully to buy their hats entirely at his place in bond street, london, when they left school; which will be very good business for him if they do. as for the doctor, it’s a peculiar fact that for a whole term after carlo’s affair he never flogged a single chap. he didn’t seem to have any heart in him, somehow, owing to the rum way the howler told upon his spirit.
