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Bultitude's state of mind. It was as much as he could do to crawl up the steps to the front door, and his knees positively clapped together when the Doctor, who had driven home, met them in the hall and said in a still grave voice, "Bultitude, when you have taken off your coat, I want you in the study."
Bultitude's feelings prevented him from making any intelligible reply. The Rubicon "My three schoolfellows, Whom I will trust as I will adders fanged; They bear the mandate." Paul never quite knew how the remainder of that day passed at Crichton House.
Bultitude's remaining breath away. He stood panting under the sickly rays of a street-lamp, the very incarnation of helpless, hopeless dismay. "Hallo!" said Coker, "it's young Bultitude!" "What do you mean by cannoning into a fellow like this?" said Coggs. "What are you up to out here, eh?"
Bultitude's confidence faded away almost as soon as he found himself in the schoolroom again. He found himself assigned to a class at one end of the room, where Mr. Tinkler presently introduced a new rule in Algebra to them, in such a manner as to procure for it a lasting unpopularity with all those who were not too much engaged in drawing duels and railway trains upon their slates to attend.
Blinkhorn would disbelieve him, and, with the boys, he felt that the truth would do anything but increase his popularity. But dissembling fails sometimes outside the copy-books, and Mr. Bultitude's rather blundering attempt at it only landed him in worse difficulties.
Blinkhorn and the few enthusiasts went back to their unobtrusive game, while the rest of the school discussed the affair in groups, the popular indignation against young Bultitude's hitherto unsuspected meanness growing more marked every instant. It might have even taken some decided and objectionable form before long, but when it was at its height there was a sudden cry of alarm.
Grimstone down from the footboard and mounted it himself; after which he began to rummage about under the seats with the Doctor's heavy stick. Every lunge found out some tender part in Mr. Bultitude's person and caused him exquisite torture; but he clenched his teeth hard to prevent a sound, while he thought each fresh dig must betray his whereabouts.
Have you tickets? No? follow me then. You're both over age, I believe. There you are; take care of them." And before Paul could protest, he had purchased tickets for all three, after which he laid an authoritative hand upon Mr. Bultitude's shoulder and walked him out through the booking hall upon the platform. "This is awful," thought Paul, shrinking involuntarily; "simply awful.
I hope that, after this explanation, Chawner's opposition to Mr. Bultitude's plans will be better understood. After tea, he made Paul a little sign to follow him, and the two went out together into the little glass-house beyond the schoolroom; it was dark, but there was light enough from the room inside for them to see each other's face.
I found it to-day in Bultitude's prayerbook, sir." And he handed Dick's unlucky scrawl to the Doctor, who took it to the lamp and read it hurriedly through. After that there was a terrible moment of dead silence; then the Doctor looked up and said shortly, "You did well to tell me of this, Chawner; you may go now."
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