But these dazzling bribes had no influence upon Mr. Bult.i.tude; nothing short of complete rest.i.tution would ever satisfy him, and he was too proud and too angry at his crushing defeat to even pretend to be in the least pacified.
"I don"t want your pony," he said bitterly; "I might as well have a white elephant, and I don"t suppose I should enjoy myself much more at a public school than I do here. Let"s have no humbug, sir. You"re up and I"m down--there"s no more to be said--I shall tell the Doctor nothing, but I warn you, if ever the time comes----"
"Oh, of course," said d.i.c.k, feeling tolerably secure, now he had disposed of the main difficulty. "If you can turn me out, I suppose you will--that"s only fair. I shall take care not to give you the chance.
And, oh, I say, do you want any tin? How much have you got left?"
Paul turned away his head, lest d.i.c.k should see the sudden exultation he knew it must betray, as he said, with an effort to appear unconcerned, "I came away with exactly five shillings, and I haven"t a penny now!"
"I say," said d.i.c.k, "you are a fellow; you must have been going it. How did you get rid of it all in a week?"
"It went, as far as I can understand," said Mr. Bult.i.tude, "in rabbits and mice. Some boys claimed it as money they paid you to get them, I believe."
"All your own fault," said d.i.c.k, "you would have them drowned. But you"d better have some tin to get along with. How much do you want? Will half-a-crown do?"
"Half-a-crown is not much, d.i.c.k," said his father, almost humbly.
"It"s--ahem--a handsome allowance for a young fellow like you," said d.i.c.k, rather unkindly; "but I haven"t any half-crowns left. I must give you this, I suppose."
And he held out a sovereign, never dreaming what it signified to Paul, who clutched it with feelings too great for words, though grat.i.tude was not a part of them, for was it not his own money?
"And now look out," said d.i.c.k, "I hear Grim. Remember what I told you; keep it up."
Dr. Grimstone came in with the air of a man who has a painful duty to perform; he started slightly as his eye noted the change in his visitor"s dress and appearance. "I hope," he began gravely, "that your son has spared me the pain of going into the details of his misbehaviour; I wish I could give you a better report of him."
d.i.c.k was plainly, in spite of his altered circ.u.mstances, by no means at ease in the schoolmaster"s presence; he stood, shifting from foot to foot on the hearth-rug, turning extremely red and obstinately declining to raise his eyes from the ground.
"Oh, ah," he stammered at last, "you were just going to swish him, weren"t you, when I turned up, sir?"
"I found myself forced," said the Doctor, slightly shocked at this coa.r.s.e way of putting things, "forced to contemplate administering to him (for his ultimate benefit) a sharp corrective in the presence of his schoolfellows. I distress you, I see, but the truth must be told. He has no doubt confessed his fault to you?"
"No," said d.i.c.k, "he hasn"t though. What"s he been up to now?"
"I had hoped he would have been more open, more straightforward, when confronted with the father who has proved himself so often indulgent and anxious for his improvement; it would have been a more favourable symptom, I think. Well, I must tell you myself. I know too well what a shock it will be to your scrupulously sensitive moral code, my dear Mr.
Bult.i.tude" (d.i.c.k showed a painful inclination to giggle here); "but I have to break to you the melancholy truth that I detected this unhappy boy in the act of conducting a secret and amorous correspondence with a young lady in a sacred edifice!"
d.i.c.k whistled sharply: "Oh, I say!" he cried, "that"s bad" (and he wagged his head reprovingly at his disgusted father, who longed to denounce his hypocrisy, but dared not); "that"s bad ... he shouldn"t do that sort of thing you know, should he? At his age too ... the young dog!"
"This horror is what I should have expected from you," said the Doctor (though he was in truth more than scandalised by the composure with which his announcement was received). "Such boldness is indeed characteristic of the dog, an animal which, as you are aware, was with the ancients a synonym for shamelessness. No boy, however abandoned, should hear such words of unequivocal condemnation from a father"s lips without a pang of shame!"
Paul was only just able to control his rage by a great effort.
"You"re right there, sir," said d.i.c.k; "he ought to be well ragged for it ... he"ll break my heart, if he goes on like this, the young beggar. But we mustn"t be too hard on him, eh? After all, it"s nature, you know, isn"t it?"
"I beg your pardon?" said Dr. Grimstone very stiffly.
"I mean," explained d.i.c.k, with a perilous approach to digging the other in the ribs, "we did much the same sort of thing in our time, eh? I"m sure I did--lots of times!"
"I can"t reproach myself on that head, Mr. Bult.i.tude; and permit me to say, that such a tone of treating the affair is apt to destroy the effect, the excellent moral effect, of your most impressively conveyed indignation just now. I merely give you a hint, you understand!"
"Oh, ah," said d.i.c.k, feeling that he had made a mistake, "yes, I didn"t mean that. But I say, you haven"t given him a--a whopping yet, have you?"
"I had just stepped out to procure a cane for that purpose," said the Doctor, "when your name was announced."
"Well, look here, you won"t want to start again when I"m gone, will you?"
"An ancient philosopher, my dear sir, was accustomed to postpone the correction of his slaves until the first glow of his indignation had pa.s.sed away. He found that he could----"
"Lay it on with more science," suggested d.i.c.k, while Paul writhed where he stood. "Perhaps so, but you might forgive him now, don"t you think?
he won"t do it again. If he goes writing any more love-letters, tell me, and I"ll come and talk to him; but he"s had a lesson, you know. Let him off this time."
"I have no right to resist such an entreaty," said the Doctor, "though I may be inclined myself to think that a few strokes would render the lesson more permanent. I must ask you to reconsider your plea for his pardon."
Paul heard this with indescribable anxiety; he had begun to feel tolerably sure that his evil hour was postponed _sine die_, but might not d.i.c.k be cruel and selfish enough to remain neutral, or even side with the enemy, in support of his a.s.sumed character?
Luckily he was not. "I"d rather let him off," he said awkwardly; "I don"t approve of caning fellows myself. It never did me any good, I know, and I got enough of it to tell."
"Well, well, I yield. Richard, your father has interceded for you; and I cannot disregard his wishes, though I have my own view in the matter.
You will hear no more of this disgraceful conduct, sir, unless you do something to recall it to my memory. Thank your father for his kindness, which you so little deserved, and take your leave of him."
"Oh, there, it"s all right!" said d.i.c.k; "he"ll behave himself after this, I know. And oh! I say, sir," he added hastily, "is--is Dulcie anywhere about?"
"My daughter?" asked the Doctor. "Would you like to see her?"
"I shouldn"t mind," said d.i.c.k, blushing furiously.
"I"m sorry to say she has gone out for a walk with her mother," said the Doctor. "I"m afraid she cannot be back for some time. It"s unfortunate."
d.i.c.k"s face fell. "It doesn"t matter," he muttered awkwardly. "She"s all right, I hope?"
"She is very seldom ailing, I"m happy to say; just now she is particularly well, thank you."
"Oh, is she?" said d.i.c.k gloomily, probably disappointed to find that he was so little missed, and not suspecting that his father had been accepted as a subst.i.tute.
"Well, do you mind--could I see the fellows again for a minute or two--I mean I should rather like to inspect the school, you know."
"See my boys? Certainly, my dear sir, by all means; this way," and he took d.i.c.k out to the schoolroom--Paul following out of curiosity.
"You"ll find us at our studies, you see," said the Doctor, as he opened the first baize door. There was a suspicious hubbub and hum of voices from within; but as they entered every boy was bent over his books with the rapt absorption of the devoted student--an absorption that was the direct effect of the sound the door-handle made in turning.
"Our workshop," said the Doctor airily, looking round. "My first form, Mr. Bult.i.tude. Some good workers here, and some idle ones."
d.i.c.k stood in the doorway, looking (if the truth must be told) uncommonly foolish. He had wanted, in coming there, to enjoy the contrast between the past and present--which accounts for a good many visits of "old boys" to the scene of their education. But, confronted with his former schoolfellows, he was seized at first with an utterly unreasonable fear of detection.
The cla.s.s behaved as cla.s.ses usually do on such occasions. The good boys smirked and the bad ones stared--the general expression being one of uneasy curiosity. d.i.c.k said never a word, feeling strangely bashful and nervous.
"This is Tipping, my head boy," touching that young gentleman on the shoulder, and making him several degrees more uncomfortable. "I expect solid results from Tipping some day."
"He looks as if his head was pretty solid," said d.i.c.k, who had once cut his knuckles against it.