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With a shout of pleasure the boys started off for a long day in the cricket field, while Mr. Porson hurried away to catch the stagecoach for York. Mr. Porson was in his place next morning, having returned only half an hour before school began; he looked fagged, and he was scarcely so attentive as usual to the lessons, his thoughts seeming to be elsewhere.
Just for an instant Bat withdrew his gaze from the approaching vessel. He flashed a keen look of enquiry into the eyes of the questioner. "Ole Porson," he said. "I thought so. He's a good boy. He'll do." Standing nodded. The cold significance of his tone was not lost on his companion. Maybe Bat understood the thing that was passing in the other's mind.
Ned said, "if we ever find that out it will be all right; but unless we can do so I shall have this dreadful thing hanging over me all my life." They had scarcely reached the hotel where Mr. Porson, the doctor, and Charlie were stopping, when Mr. Simmonds arrived. "I have come to congratulate you, my boy," he said, shaking hands with Ned.
Mather must have known he couldn't pay it, for he has only a small allowance, and he is always short of money, and of course he could not expect a tip before the holidays. He might have paid her when he came back, but as he didn't I don't see how he is to do so now, and if the old woman tells Porson there will be a row. It's just the sort of thing would rile him most."
"What the deuce brings you here?" said I. He laughed and looked roguish. "My father that's my father would come. He's just come back from India. He says all the wits used to come here, Mr. Sheridan, Captain Morris, Colonel Hanger, Professor Porson. I told him your name, and that you used to be very kind to me when I first went to Smithfield. I've left now; I'm to have a private tutor.
"Wake mamma!" he said, turning, and looking up at her. "She will not wake," sobbed Mrs. Porson. Her husband stood by speechless, choking back the tears of which, being an Englishman, he was ashamed. "She will wake," returned the boy. "She always wakes when I kiss her." He knelt beside her, to prove upon her white face the efficacy of the measure he had never until now known to fail.
Layard; "but I should have thought that was Mary Porson's job. You know he is engaged to her, don't you?" "Yes, but Miss Porson is not here; and if she were, perhaps she would not care for this particular work." Then came a pause, which, not knowing what this awkward silence might breed, Stella broke. "I suppose you saw my father," she said; "how did you find him looking?"
And even if he has, is this the light way in which a man wholly unknown in the learned world, is entitled to contradict the opinion of some of the greatest scholars of Europe? We have, however, the mere word of the facetious rector of Foston, opposite to the authority and the arguments of a Porson and a Griesbach.
His greatest trouble was with Porson, whose limpet-like qualities were a source of never-failing concern to the unfortunate mariner. Did he ascend to the drawing-room and gaze yearningly from the windows at the broad stream of Father Thames and the craft dropping down on the ebb-tide to the sea, Uncle Porson, sallow of face and unclean of collar, was there to talk beery romance of the ocean.
"Mr. Monk is engaged to a Miss Porson. He told me that in the boat. I asked him what he was thinking of when we nearly over-set against that dreadful rock. He answered that he could only think of the song he had heard me singing on the ship, which I considered a great compliment to my voice, quite the nicest I ever had.
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