"Why don"t you get an exhibition too, Jones?"
The question astounded me. I get an exhibition! I who had been licked once a week for bad copies, and had been told by every teacher I had had anything to do with that I was a hopeless dunce.
"Why not?" said the siren at my side. "You"re not a dunce. I can tell that by the way you picked up some of the Caesar just now. You"re lazy, that"s all. That"s easily cured."
"But I"d have no chance at Low Heath. Tempest was a dab at lessons."
"He"s older than you. Besides, the junior exhibitions are not as hard to get. When will you be fourteen?"
"July next year."
"Just twelve months. Why not try, Jones? I"ll back you up. I"ve coached my young brother, and he got into Rugby. You needn"t tell any one--so if you miss n.o.body will be any the wiser. It will make all the difference to have an exam, to aim at."
I stared in wonder at Miss Steele. That young woman could have twisted me round her finger.
"I"ll try," said I.
"Not unless you mean to work like a horse," said she.
"All serene," said I; "honour bright."
"Then it"s a bargain. Mark my word, we"ll pull through."
Whereat we fell hammer and tongs on Exercise Number 1. of the grammar.
CHAPTER FIVE.
A "COACH" DRIVE!
If any one had told me two days ago that it would be reserved to an a.s.sistant teacher in a girls" school to inspire me with an ardent interest in Latin and arithmetic I should have laughed him to scorn.
Miss Steele, however, succeeded in achieving the impossible. I am bound to confess that my new-born ardour was not mainly due to affection for the dead language in question, or even to esteem for my preceptress.
But the idea of taking Low Heath, so to speak, by storm, had fairly roused my ambition. The glory of rising superior to my fate, of shaking off the ill-tutored Mr Evans and his works, and rejoining my old school-comrade with all the prestige of a fellow-exhibitioner, captivated my imagination and steeled me to the endurance of hardships of which I had hitherto conceived myself utterly incapable.
Miss Steele had no notion of letting me off my bargain. She procured particulars of the examinations, and very formidable appeared the list of subjects as we conned them. Still she was firm in her belief that I could do it if I only worked, and since her eagerness fully equalled my own, there was not much chance of my work dropping slack.
If any other incentive was wanted it was the supreme discomfort of my position at my guardian"s office.
My comrades there persistently misunderstood me.
They put me down as an opiniated young prig, with whom all sorts of liberties might be taken, and out of whom it was lawful, for their own amus.e.m.e.nt, to take unlimited "rise."
I was, of course, unmercifully chaffed about the girls" school.
"He"s getting on," said one of them, on the very morning after my _debut_. "They walk out together."
"That was not Miss Bousfield you saw me with at all," I explained.
"That was my mother."
"Quite time she came to look after you, too. How did she like your curls? You should put them in papers overnight, then we shouldn"t have to do them every day."
Where upon I was seized, and had my locks tied up in wads of blotting- paper, and ordered to sit down and lick envelopes, and not dare to put my hand to my head till leave was accorded me from headquarters.
In this plight my guardian came in and discovered me.
"Please, Mr Girdler--" said I, not waiting for him to remark on my curious appearance.
But Mr Girdler, who was not ordinarily given to mirth, abruptly left the room with a smile on his face before I could proceed.
When he re-entered he was stern and severe.
"Make yourself decent at once, sir," said he. "No, I don"t want any of your explanations. No doubt they are highly satisfactory. I begin to understand now why you were sent away from school. It strikes me an idiot asylum is the proper place for you."
I dismally tore my curl-papers out of my hair and went on with my work till the blessed hour of release came.
Then I hied straight to the nearest barber.
"I want my hair as short as you can cut it," said I.
"Very good, sir; we can give you the county crop, if you like."
"Is that the shortest you do?" inquired I, not knowing what the "county crop" was.
"Well, sir, we ain"t asked to take more off as a rule, unless it is a clean shave you want."
"No, the county crop will do," said I.
And, to do the barber justice, I got it. I barely knew myself in the gla.s.s when the operation was over. I had some misgivings as to the remarks of Evans & Company in the morning--at any rate, they wouldn"t curl my hair any more.
Miss Bousfield and Miss Steele regarded me with something like dismay when they saw me, but were polite enough to make no remark beyond giving me permission to wear my hat if I felt a draught.
"Miss Steele has been telling me of your plan of work," said Miss Bousfield; "and I fully approve, on the understanding you are serious about it. I am not so sanguine as Miss Steele is; still, I do not wish to discourage you, Jones. But understand, it means a year"s hard work."
I a.s.sured her I was prepared for any amount of work, and Miss Steele, whose ambition was as keenly aroused as mine, gave a general promise on my behalf that I would work like a horse.
"Now," said she, when Miss Bousfield had left us, "you"re in for it, Jones. If you don"t work, mind, it will be a disgrace to me as well as you."
I fear, during the months that followed, this ardent young "coach" was frequently on the point of disgrace. For a week or two I surprised myself with my industry. Then I caught myself wondering at odd times whether I was really as sure of pa.s.sing as I fancied, and whether, if I failed, it would not be a horrible sell to have worked so hard for nothing.
Then for a day or so I came in a little late, and took to grumbling over my tasks.
"Now, look here, Jones," said she, one day, "you were five minutes late on Monday, ten minutes late on Tuesday and Wednesday, and a quarter of an hour late to-day. How much is that in the week?"
"Forty minutes," said I; mental arithmetic was a strong point with me.
"Very good; there"s forty minutes lost. The examination may turn on the very lesson you might have learned in that time. Now, I"m not going to threaten you, but what should you say if I were to call at the office and fetch you every day?"