Dr. Grimstone certainly did not seem in a very receptive mood for confidences just then. No flys were to be seen, which he took as a personal outrage, and visited upon the station-master in hot indignation.

"It"s scandalous, I tell you," he was saying: "scandalous! No cabs to meet the train. My school rea.s.sembles to-day, and here I find no arrangements made for their accommodation! Not even an omnibus! I shall write to the manager and report this. Let some one go for a fly immediately. Boys, go into the waiting room till I come to you.

Stay--there are too many for one fly. c.o.ker, Coggs, and, let me see, yes, Bult.i.tude, you all know your way. Walk on and tell Mrs. Grimstone we are coming."

Paul Bult.i.tude was perhaps more relieved than disappointed by this postponement of a disagreeable interview, though, if he had seen c.o.ker dig Coggs in the side with a chuckle of exultant triumph, he might have had misgivings as to the prudence of trusting himself alone with them.

As it was he almost determined to trust the pair with his secret. "They will be valuable witnesses," he said to himself, "that, whoever else I may be, I am not d.i.c.k."

So he went on briskly ahead over a covered bridge and down some break-neck wooden steps, and pa.s.sed through the wicket out upon the railed-in s.p.a.ce, where the cabs and omnibuses should have been, but which was now a blank spectral waste with a white ground-fog lurking round its borders.

Here he was joined by his companions, who, after a little whispering, came up one on either side and put an arm through each of his.

"Well," said Paul, thinking to banter them agreeably; "here you are, young men, eh? Holidays all over now! Work while you"re young, and then---- Gad, you"re walking me off my legs. Stop; I"m not as young as I used to be----"

"Grim can"t see us here, can he, c.o.ker?" said Coggs when they had cleared the gates and palings.

"Not he!" said c.o.ker.

"Very well, then. Now then, young Bult.i.tude, you used to be a decent fellow enough last term, though you _were_ c.o.xy. So, before we go any further--what do you mean by this sort of thing?"

"Because," put in c.o.ker, "if you aren"t quite right in your head, through your old governor acting like a brute all the holidays, as you said he does, just say so, and we won"t be hard on you."

"I--he--always an excellent father," stammered Paul. "What am I to explain?"

"Why, what did you go and sneak of _him_ for bringing tuck back to school for, eh?" demanded c.o.ker.

"Yes, and sing out when he hacked your shin?" added Coggs; "and tell Grimstone that new fellow was blubbing? Where"s the joke in all that, eh? Where"s the joke?"

"You don"t suppose I was bound to sit calmly down and allow you to suck your villainous peppermints under my very nose, do you?" said Mr.

Bult.i.tude. "Why shouldn"t I complain if a boy annoys me by sniffing, or kicks me on the ankle? Just tell me that? Suppose my neighbour has a noisy dog or a smoky chimney, am I not to venture to tell him of it? Is he to----"

But his arguments, convincing as they promised to be, were brought to a sudden and premature close by c.o.ker, who slipped behind him and administered a sharp jog below his back, which jarred his spine and caused him infinite agony.

"You little brute!" cried Paul, "I could have you up for a.s.sault for that!"

But upon this Coggs did the very same thing only harder. "Last term you"d have shown fight for much less, Bult.i.tude," they both observed severely, as some justification for repeating the process.

"Now, perhaps, you"ll drop it for the future," said c.o.ker. "Look here!

we"ll give you one more chance. This sneaking dodge is all very well for Chawner. Chawner could do that sort of thing without getting sat upon, because he"s a big fellow; but we"re not going to stand it from you.

Will you promise on your sacred word of honour, now, to be a decent sort of chap again, as you were last term?"

But Mr. Bult.i.tude, though he longed for peace and quietness, dreaded doing or saying anything to favour the impression that he was the schoolboy he unluckily appeared to be, and he had not skill and tact enough to dissemble and a.s.sume a familiar genial tone of equality with these rough boys.

"You don"t understand," he protested feebly. "If I could only tell you----"

"We don"t want any fine language, you know," said the relentless Coggs.

"Yes or no. Will you promise to be your old self again?"

"I only wish I could," said poor Mr. Bult.i.tude--"but I can"t!"

"Very well, then," said Coggs firmly, "we must try the torture. c.o.ker, will you screw the back of his hand, while I show him how they make barley-sugar?"

And he gave Paul an interesting ill.u.s.tration of the latter branch of industry by twisting his right arm round and round till he nearly wrenched it out of the socket, while c.o.ker seized his left hand and pounded it vigorously with the first joint of his forefinger, causing the unfortunate Paul to yell for mercy.

At last he could bear no more, and breaking away from his tormentors with a violent effort, he ran frantically down the silent road towards a house which he knew from former visits to be Dr. Grimstone"s.

He was but languidly pursued, and, as the distance was short, he soon gained a gate on the stuccoed posts of which he could read "Crichton House" by the light of a neighbouring gas-lamp.

"This is a nice way," he thought, as he reached it breathless and trembling, "for a father to visit his son"s school!"

He had hoped to reach sanctuary before the other two could overtake him; but he soon discovered that the gate was shut fast, and all his efforts would not bring him within reach of the bell-handle--he was too short.

So he sat down on the doorstep in resigned despair, and waited for his enemies. Behind the gate was a large many-windowed house, with steps leading up to a portico. In the playground to his right the school gymnasium, a great gallows-like erection, loomed black and grim through the mist, the night wind favouring the ghastliness of its appearance by swaying the ropes till they creaked and moaned weirdly on the hooks, and the metal stirrups clinked and clashed against one another in irregular cadence.

He had no time to observe more, as c.o.ker and Coggs joined him, and, on finding he had not rung the bell, seized the occasion to pummel him at their leisure before announcing their arrival.

Then the gate was opened, and the three--the revengeful pair a.s.suming an air of lamb-like inoffensiveness--entered the hall and were met by Mrs.

Grimstone.

"Why, here you are!" she said, with an air of surprise, and kissing them with real kindness. "How cold you look! So you actually had to walk. No cabs as usual. You poor boys! come in and warm yourselves. You"ll find all your old friends in the schoolroom."

Mr. Bult.i.tude submitted to be kissed with some reluctance, inwardly hoping that Dr. Grimstone might never hear of it.

Mrs. Grimstone, it may be said here, was a stout, fair woman, not in the least intellectual or imposing, but with a warm heart, and a way of talking to and about boys that secured her the confidence of mothers more effectually, perhaps, than the most polished conversation and irreproachable deportment could have done.

She did not reserve her motherliness for the reception room either, as some schoolmasters" wives have a tendency to do, and the smallest boy felt less homesick when he saw her.

She opened a green baize outer door, and the door beyond it, and led them into a long high room, with desks and forms placed against the walls, and a writing table, and line of brown-stained tables down the middle. Opposite the windows there was a curious structure of shelves part.i.tioned into lockers, and filled with rows of shabby schoolbooks.

The room had been originally intended for a drawing-room, as was evident from the inevitable white and gold wall-paper and the tarnished gilt beading round the doors and window shutters; the mantelpiece, too, was of white marble, and the gaselier fitted with dingy crystal l.u.s.tres.

But sad-coloured maps hung on the ink-splashed walls, and a clock with a blank idiotic face (it is not every clock that possesses a decently intelligent expression) ticked over the gilt pier-gla.s.s. The boards were uncarpeted, and stained with patches of ink of all sizes and ages; while the atmosphere, in spite of the blazing fire, had a scholastic blending of soap and water, ink and slate-pencil in its composition, which produced a chill and depressing effect.

On the forms opposite the fire some ten or twelve boys were sitting, a few comparing notes as to their holiday experiences with some approach to vivacity. The rest, with hands in pockets and feet stretched towards the blaze, seemed lost in melancholy abstraction.

"There!" said Mrs. Grimstone cheerfully, "you"ll have plenty to talk to one another about. I"ll send Tom in to see you presently!" And she left them with a rea.s.suring nod, though the prospect of Tom"s company did not perhaps elate them as much as it was intended to do.

Mr. Bult.i.tude felt much as if he had suddenly been dropped down a bear-pit, and, avoiding welcome and observation as well as he could, got away into a corner, from which he observed his new companions with uneasy apprehension.

"I say," said one boy, resuming the interrupted conversation, "did you go to Drury Lane? Wasn"t it stunning! That goose, you know, and the lion in the forest, and all the wooden animals lumbering in out of the toy Noah"s Ark!"

"Why couldn"t you come to our party on Twelfth-night?" asked another.

"We had great larks. I wish you"d been there!"

"I had to go to young Skidmore"s instead," said a pale, spiteful-looking boy, with fair hair carefully parted in the middle. "It was like his cheek to ask me, but I thought I"d go, you know, just to see what it was like."

"What was it like?" asked one or two near him languidly.