"He will! He will, I know! Good-bye. You are so good and kind to me.
Come again soon, won"t you?"
"Come, Harry," said the doctor"s wife, turning to him, "come down with me, and Mrs Valentine will give you your tea."
"And ask her to bathe your face, dear boy," added Mrs Campbell, "and put a vinegar pad on it."
And then Mrs Bromley, kissing her affectionately, led Harry from the room, looking wistfully at his mother as he went.
"Ah, Alan, darling Alan!" she sighed, when she was alone in the silent twilight of the room, "if you were only here, it would be so much easier to die! Just to say good-bye once more. And you"ll only see my grave when you come home. Oh, G.o.d," she prayed, "forgive me, and take me to Thyself." And then her words grew wandering. "Scotland with uncle Robert--how rough the waves are!--when shall we get to Malta--Alan! Alan! when will Alan come?--Alan, darling, don"t be long!--I am so tired!" and so she fell into a broken slumber.
CHAPTER IX.
HARRY PUT ON TRIAL.
The geography paper--Before Dr Palmer--The accusation--Sentenced--The doctor"s study--William"s reminiscences--The doctor--Enter Egerton--Punishment--A hasty summons--Heart-stricken.
Not a single word greeted Harry on his entering the playground the following morning; neither was there any symptom of the persecution of the previous evening. No murmured words flung at him; no hissing; but only a few stares of wonder, almost, at his recent achievement. He was treated as a mere cypher,--sent to Coventry in fact. But this he did not mind; it certainly was preferable to positive persecution; and as he wished to keep calm for his coming ordeal, he was glad that nothing ensued to cause another fight--a contingency he had been fully prepared to expect. Warburton scowled at him. Egerton turned his face away as they pa.s.sed. This, however, did not make the slightest impression on Harry; he felt proud of his victory over the former, and despised the meanness of the latter.
He was allowed to proceed with the examination; but his place had been changed, and he now sat close to Mr Prichard. The reason was evident, and he asked himself wearily, as he bent over his paper, when would he ever be set clear in the eyes of the masters and his schoolfellows?
Strangely enough, one of the questions (it was a geography paper) was, "What do you know of Malta?" Harry here felt at an advantage. He remembered, of course, nothing from his own experience; but he had heard his mother"s description, and as his pen ran quickly, echoing in boyish language her words whom he loved so well, it is not much to be wondered that his interest almost banished from his mind the memory of his sorry plight.
But "like a dream, when one awaketh," he came back suddenly to a recollection of how he was situated. He was going to be put, as it were, on trial, and the charge against him was a difficult one to disprove.
Being a half-holiday, prayers were read at the end of morning-school.
And now the time was come. Harry walked to Mr Prichard"s desk, who conducted him at once across the room to Dr Palmer. The latter looked over his spectacles, surprised. Indeed, Harry had always been one of the "model boys."
"What is the matter, Mr Prichard?" he inquired. "Has Campbell been misbehaving himself?"
"Yesterday morning, sir," answered Mr Prichard, "during the examination, I detected Campbell deliberately looking over Egerton"s paper, who you know at present stands next to him in cla.s.s."
"No, sir, indeed I wasn"t," burst in Harry.
"Silence, sir!" sharply said Dr Palmer.
"Had this been all," resumed Mr Prichard, "I should have punished him myself, severely, without troubling you; but, in the afternoon, as I was collecting the papers, and pa.s.sing close by Campbell"s desk, which was open at the time, I found this book in it," and he handed the delectus-crib. "And Campbell says--"
"It isn"t mine, sir!" pleaded Harry. "Some one must have put it there!"
"Silence, sir!" said Dr Palmer, sharply again. "You will have to answer presently. Well, Mr Prichard?"
"Campbell makes the matter, as I told him, far worse by persistently denying that he is the owner of the book. And yet his name is in it."
"Campbell," said Dr Palmer, gravely, "this is a most serious charge against you. I had always thought you were an honourable boy. You always have been very industrious, and your work has been well done, as I hear; but this matter alters the whole case. It shows how one can be deceived in a boy."
As he paused a moment, Harry broke in with the same denials he had used before. He could not yet bring himself to try his last resource of affirming who was the rightful owner of the book, and he feared even that would but make his case worse.
"Go into my study, and wait till I come," added Dr Palmer.
And Harry, knowing what that meant, went away trembling; for no boy on the eve, or in the midst of, a caning, feels much consolation in a consciousness of his innocence.
How he got to Dr Palmer"s study he knew not. The playground seemed so very long, and the boys who crowded to watch him pa.s.s, to have doubled or trebled their number. And he was almost glad, if such a feeling is compatible with his position, when he reached the room of horrors, as the Doctor"s sanctum really was to the boys; for none set foot therein save those who were "in for a row."
Crossing the hall he met Dr Palmer"s butler, an old man, most familiar to everybody, who never even said "Sir" to his master; but then he had known him from a boy. So it is no wonder his greeting to Harry was so blunt.
"What? "s that you, Campbell? Well, to be sure! In for a caning, I s"pose. What have you been and done now?"
"Nothing, William. I haven"t done nothing," sobbed Harry, regardless of grammar. "I"m going to be caned for nothing."
"Oh no! nothing at all. That"s what they all say, the young rascals,"
e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed William, half aloud, as he hurried away, partly about his business, but chiefly because he didn"t like the sight of the boy"s tears.
It made him think of the time when he used to steal apples (he would tell them in the kitchen), and his mother used to hold him up by his ears while his father thrashed him.
Harry had scarcely taken his seat upon the edge of one of Dr Palmer"s crimson-morocco-covered chairs when he heard the fatal footstep in the hall, and the next moment the Doctor entered.
The first thing he did was to take down one of the canes that lay on the top of the bookshelves, Harry narrowly watching him the while, and then he said--
"Campbell, I am exceedingly sorry to be obliged to punish you."
Harry shivered; the doctor was a powerful man; and the cane looked very lithe and lissome.
"But I cannot pa.s.s over such a serious fault, even though you have always. .h.i.therto, so far as I have seen, conducted yourself well. There can be not the slightest doubt that the book is yours. It was found in your desk, and has your name in it."
"It isn"t mine, sir. I declare it isn"t. Some one must have put it there; and I saw,"--and here Harry paused.
Dr Palmer looked at him narrowly.
"Some one must have put it there? And do you mean to say, then, that you accuse one of your schoolfellows, not only of putting it there, but also of--"
Harry could endure no longer, and with excited and stammering tones, he told the whole tale.
"This is a most serious charge for you to bring," said Dr Palmer, laying down the cane and ringing the bell. "Send Master Egerton here,"
he said, when William appeared.
After a pause of about three minutes, which seemed like an hour to Harry, and during which not a word was uttered, Egerton entered, cool and collected, and said respectfully to Dr Palmer:
"William said I was wanted, sir."
"Campbell tells me he saw you using this book,"--holding out the delectus-crib--"in yesterday-morning school. The conclusion, therefore is, that it is yours, and that you put it into his desk. What have you to say to this, Egerton?"
"No, sir, I declare the book isn"t mine," answered Egerton, positively, and still quite coolly. "I suppose Campbell"s tried to put it off on me, because I"m next him in cla.s.s."
"Oh, Egerton, how can you say so!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Harry. "You know you were using it."