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Crane: the woman was evidently hostile to him; it was the woman who had spoken against him, not Losely; the woman whose tongue had poisoned Hartopp's mind, and turned into scorn all that admiring respect which had before greeted the great Comedian. Why was that woman his enemy? Who could she be? What had she to do with Sophy? He was half beside himself with terror.
Little Hartopp's voice drowned Mason's ere Prout caught the import of the sentence. "The boy himself hinted at the existence of a deal of it in the house," said Prout. "He is past master in that line," said the chaplain. "But, as regards the honor of the house " "They lowered it in a week. I have striven to build it up for years.
The door opened and King came in, Hartopp's little figure just behind him. The mound on the floor panted and heaved but did not rise, for Winton still squirmed vengefully. 'Only a little play, sir, said Perowne. ''Only hit my head against a form. This was quite true. 'Oh, said King. 'Dimovit obstantes propinquos. You, I presume, are the populus delaying Winton's return to Mullins, eh?
Here King, who loathed the Natural History Society because he did not like Hartopp, could no longer be restrained. He begged them not to add mendacity to open insolence. But the badger was in Mr. Hartopp's rooms, sir. The Sergeant had kindly taken it up for them. That disposed of the badger, and the temporary check brought King's temper to boiling-point.
Mike Callaghan now came in sight, striding fast; "Mr. Mayor sends his love bother-o'-me his respex; and will be happy to see your honour." In three minutes more the Comedian was seated in a little parlour that adjoined Mr. Hartopp's counting-house, Mr. Hartopp seated also, vis-a- vis.
"Makes 'em sulky. Of course it's different with you, sir. You belong to the school same as we do. I mean ordinary clergymen." "Well, I am a most ordinary clergyman; and Mr. Hartopp's in Orders, too." "Ye es, but he took 'em after he came to the Coll. We saw him go up for his exam. That's all right," said Beetle. "But just think if the Head went and got ordained!" "What would happen, Beetle?"
They were but imperfectly recovered when Foxy met them by the Fives Court with word that they were to go up to their dormitory and wait till sent for. "Well, take this box to Mr. Hartopp's rooms, then. We've done something for the Natural History Society, at any rate," said Beetle. "'Fraid that won't save you, young gen'elmen," Foxy answered, in an awful voice. He was sorely ruffled in his mind.
He was unlucky in that his conscience as a house-master impelled him to consult his associates. Had he taken his pipe and his troubles to little Hartopp's rooms he would, perhaps, have been saved confusion, for Hartopp believed in boys, and knew something about them. His fate led him to King, a fellow house-master, no friend of his, but a zealous hater of Stalky & Co.
Now no one expected fireworks from gentle Paddy Vernon, sub-prefect of Hartopp's House, but, as must often be the case with growing boys, his mind was in abeyance for the time being, and he said, all in a rush, on behalf of Regulus: 'O magna Carthago probrosis altior Italiae ruinis, O Carthage, thou wilt stand forth higher than the ruins of Italy.
Did measles or scarlatina afflict his neighbourhood, the first anxiety of Gatesboro' was for Mr. Hartopp's nursery. No one would have said Mrs. Hartopp's nursery; and when in such a department the man's name supersedes the woman's, can more be said in proof of the tenderness he excites? In short, Jos.
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