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We had a servant once who told us so, she had lived at the Channings'. Some nurse frightened him when he was a youngster, and they have never been able to get the fear out of him since." "What a precious soft youngster he must have been!" said Mr. Bywater. "She used to get a ghost and dress it up and show it off to Miss Charley " "Get a ghost, Tod?"
"It wasn't a lay-clerk, and it wasn't a mason," stoically nodded Bywater. "It was a college boy. And I shall lay my finger upon him as soon as I am a little bit surer than I am. I am three parts sure now." "If Charley Channing does not suspect somebody, I'm not here," exclaimed Hurst, who had closely watched the movement alluded to; and he brought his hand down fiercely on the desk as he spoke.
Jenkins, after divesting Jenkins of his coat, and her boa, planted him right before the fire in his easy-chair, with a pillow at his back, and was now whisking down into the kitchen, regardless of certain customers waiting in the shop to be served. Bywater, unasked, sat himself in a chair near to poor Jenkins and his panting breath, and indulged in another long stare.
"Speak the truth, boy," he said, with a tone that seemed to imply he rather doubted Gerald's strict adherence to truth at all times and seasons. Gerald turned crusty. "I don't know anything about it, sir. Won't I pummel you for this!" he concluded, in an undertone, to Bywater.
I'll never say another word about it." Gerald flew into a rage. "Now look you here, Mr. Bywater," was his angry retort. "You bother me again with that stale fish, and I'll put you up for punishment. It's " Gerald stopped. Tom Channing was passing close to them, and Mr. Gerald had never cared to be heard, when talking about the surplice.
"How did it come out to him?" asked Hurst. "He guessed it, I think," said Bywater, "and he taxed me with it. So I couldn't help myself, and told him I'd take the punishment; and he said he'd excuse us, but there was to be no locking up of Mr. Calcraft again. I'd lay a hundred guineas the bishop went in for scrapes himself, when he was a boy!" emphatically added Bywater.
That gentleman sprang from his desk to the middle of the room, turned a somersault, and began dancing a hornpipe on his head. "Bywater!" uttered the astounded master. "Are you mad?" Bywater finished his dance, and then brought himself to his feet. "I am so glad he has turned up all right, sir. I forgot you were in school." "I should think you did," significantly returned the master.
At the conclusion of the service the head-master proceeded to the vestry, where the minor canons, choristers, and lay-clerks kept their surplices. Not the dean and chapter; they robed in the chapter-house: and the king's scholars put on their surplices in the schoolroom. The choristers followed Mr. Pye to the vestry, Bywater entering with them.
Pye bent his head forward to catch a glimpse of the choristers, five of whom sat on his side of the choir, the decani; five on the opposite, or cantori side. So far as he could see, the boy, Stephen Bywater, who ought to have taken the anthem, was not in his place. There appeared to be only four of them; but the senior boy with his clean, starched surplice, partially hid those below him. Mr.
I won't spare him, and I don't fancy Pye will." "You'll never find out, if you don't find out at once, Bywater," cried Hurst. "Shan't I? You'll see," was the significant answer. "It's some distance from here to the vestry of the cathedral, and a fellow could scarcely steal there and steal back without being seen by somebody.
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