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Nice and easily you have got off. You can come down to-morrow morning, I suppose." The two masters went off with Hodson, and we four made our way to the back staircase so hurriedly, that we nearly wedged ourselves at the foot, with the result that we were once more face to face, Mercer and I against Burr major and Dicksee, as in the fight.
My cheeks burned, and as I turned to go, there was fat Dicksee grinning at me in so provoking a way, that if we had been alone, I should in my vexation have tried one of Lomax's blows upon his round, smooth face.
Dicksee made a savage run at me as I put up my arms, there were a few blows, all of which came to my share, and there was a roar of laughter as the round ended in a struggle, and I went down, with Dicksee on me, and my head giving a stunning rap on the boards.
I sat down by the window at last, to let the cool breeze play upon my aching temples, and as I leaned my head against the side, the cheery voices of the boys in the field floated up to me, to make me more wretched still. "It's nothing to them," I said to myself. "Nobody there cares, and Eely and Dicksee were only too glad to have their revenge upon me.
"It is all found out. What will we do? I shall have to tell the whole truth." Everything seemed to me as if we were in a dream, and I grew more and more troubled as we were marched in separately to the Doctor's library, where to my astonishment I found Burr major and Dicksee standing, while the Doctor sat back in his big chair, with one hand over his eyes.
"Yes, if you dare," cried Mercer defiantly. "Just you wait a bit, my lad, till I'm done. Yes, boys, that's it Dicksee, he gave you some of that, and it made you so ill the other day." "Then we'll show it to the Doctor," cried Dicksee. "I didn't!" cried Mercer. "That's to preserve with." "Yes, that's it," cried Burr major "to preserve with. Do you hear, boys? He keeps that to put in jam."
"Hallo! slip?" cried Burr, helping him up, rather a heavy job, while a look of perfect astonishment was in the fat face. "Yes boards awkward," he babbled. "Ca-ca-can't we go on the grass?" "No, no. Go in again." "Eh?" said Dicksee, with his hand to his face. "Well done, Tom!" I whispered; "that's it." "It was right, wasn't it?" he said. There was no time for more.
I felt in a whirl of emotion, for I was half stunned at the turn matters had taken, and I tried again to catch Mercer's eye, but he did not even glance at me, but stood opening and shutting his hands as he glared at Dicksee, who looked horribly alarmed, and as if he would like to run away.
Then the boys were opposite to each other, Dicksee throwing his head about, dancing from leg to leg, and feinting a rush in, while Mercer stood well balanced on his legs, his brow wrinkled, and his fists up in the attitude we had been taught. "Now, Dicksy, give it up. Go in at him. Look sharp!"
Dicksee to give a reason for this disgraceful hanging; he defied him to say that he thought the pictures underneath were better pictures; and it is as impossible for me as it was for Mr. Dicksee to deny that Mr. Reid's picture is the best picture in Room 6. Mr. Peppercorn, another well-known artist, had his picture rejected. It is now hanging in the Goupil Galleries.
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