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"Didn't you want to ask me something?" "Ah, yes. You found a boy in your form called Varden?" "Varden? Yes; there is." "Drop on him heavily. He has broken the statutes of the school. He is attending as a day-boy. The statutes provide that a boy must reside with his parents or guardians. He does neither. It must be stopped. You must tell the headmaster." "Where does the boy live?"
The first thing about him was that he was not a gentleman. They remembered him quite well. He was a small, dark boy, with untidy black hair and large eyes. He looked like a gipsy. He had come to the school as a day-boy, with the best scholarship on their endowment, so that his education had cost him nothing. Of course he was brilliant. At every Speech-Day he was loaded with prizes.
My shin'll stiffen if we stay jawin' here." "Shut up, Turkey. I want to find out about this. Well?" "He was stayin' at our house all the time I was ill." "What for? Neglectin' the Coll. that way? 'Thought he was in town." "I was off my head, you know, and they said I kept on callin' for him." "Cheek! You're only a day-boy." "He came just the same, and he about saved my life.
A conversation which he had with Neville-Smith, a day-boy, is typical of the way in which he forced his point of view on the school. Neville-Smith was thoroughly representative of the average Wrykynian. He could play his part in any minor "rag" which interested him, and probably considered himself, on the whole, a daring sort of person. But at heart he had an enormous respect for authority.
He had bought it because he wished to educate his only son at Harrow as a "Home-Boarder," or day-boy. A few weeks before the boy should have joined the school, he fell ill with diphtheria, and died. The mother, who nursed him, caught the disease and died also.
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