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It may be accepted as fact that the juniors of a house will never be orderly of their own free will, but disturbances in the junior day-room do not make the house undisciplined. The prefects are the criterion.
To have invaded the senior day-room and stopped a conventional senior day-room 'rag' would have been interfering with the most cherished rights of the citizens, the freedom which is the birthright of every Englishman, so to speak.
"There always is," said Scott. "If it grows too loud, I shall get in amongst them with a swagger-stick. I attribute half my success at bringing off late-cuts to the practice I have had in the junior day-room. It keeps the wrist supple." "I don't mean that sort of row. It's about Evans." "What about Evans?" "He's lost a sovereign." "Silly young ass."
I painted him to myself over and over again; and when, after the first burst of fancy, I recollected that he might possibly not have adopted the native costume of that island, or, if he had, that perhaps it would look too strange for him to wear it about London, I settled within myself that he was to be a tall, venerable-looking man, like the portraits of old Puritan divines which adorned our day-room; and as I had heard that "he was powerful in prayer," I adorned his right hand with that mystic weapon "all-prayer," with which Christian, when all other means have failed, finally vanquishes the fiend which instrument, in my mind, was somewhat after the model of an infernal sort of bill or halbert all hooks, edges, spikes, and crescents which I had passed, shuddering, once, in the hand of an old suit of armour in Wardour Street.
"Good old Barry," said Drummond, delightedly. Barry thanked him in a dazed way. Every one crowded in to shake his hand. Barry thanked then all in a dazed way. And then the senior day-room, in spite of the fact that Milton had returned, gave itself up to celebrating the occasion with one of the most deafening uproars that had ever been heard even in that factory of noise.
Fires in the house were not rarities. One facetious sportsman had once made a rule of setting the senior day-room chimney on fire every term. "Is the chimney on fire?" "Yes, sir," said Drummond. "Go and find Herbert, and tell him to take some water on to the roof and throw it down." Herbert was the boot and knife cleaner at Seymour's. Barry went.
"Finally," perorated Mr Seymour, as he was leaving the room, "as you are evidently not to be trusted with rooms of your own, I forbid you to enter them till further notice. It is disgraceful that such a thing should happen. Do you hear, Barry? And you, Drummond? You are not to enter your studies again till I give you leave. Move your books down to the senior day-room tonight."
The junior day-room was crimson in the face and incoherent. The demeanour of a junior in moments of excitement generally lacks that repose which marks the philosopher. "He ought to be kicked," shrilled Renford. "We shall get rotted by those kids in Dexter's," moaned Harvey. "Disgracing the house!" thundered Watson. "Let's go and chuck things at his door," suggested Renford.
Why, in 'Silver Blaze' it was a burnt match that first put Holmes on the scent." Entering the junior day-room with some apprehension, the sleuth-hound found an excited gathering of suspects waiting to interview him. One sentiment animated the meeting. Each of the five wanted to know what Pillingshot meant by it. "What's the row?" queried interested spectators, rallying round.
People who were talking to one another stopped when he appeared and waited until he had passed on before beginning again. Altogether, he was made to feel that he had done for himself, that, as far as the life of the school was concerned, he did not exist. There had been some talk, particularly in the senior day-room, of more active measures.
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