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We moved toward the yard, but before we reached the gateway, without speaking now, our names were shouted, and, stopping and looking round, I saw Mr Hasnip and Mr Rebble coming after us, the former beckoning.
What time do you expect Doctor Browne back, sir?" "Not till quite late to-night. And what news for him! what a shock for them both!" "Shock!" said Lomax. "Here, you take a turn now, Mr Hasnip; we mustn't stop for a moment." Mr Hasnip, whose coat was off and sleeves turned up, sprang to his side and went on. "I'll relieve you again soon, sir," said Lomax, wiping his dripping forehead.
"That's it, sir," said Magglin, securing the ferret in his pocket. "Ah, good morning," said a voice; and we two turned sharply, to find that Mr Rebble and Mr Hasnip, who were out early for a constitutional, had come up behind us quietly. "Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir," we said, and Magglin touched his cap and went off down the garden. "Very good, Mercer.
Had some fights too, when I was your age. Now then, speak up like a man." The door was thrown open, and we had to walk in, the two ushers standing on either side of the door, like policemen dealing with culprits, and then ranging us before the Doctor's table, behind which he sat, leaning back in his great leather-covered chair. "Er rum!" he coughed. "Sit down, Mr Rebble take a chair, Mr Hasnip.
"Mr Hasnip!" came from the other end of the great room. Mr Hasnip looked up. "The drill-master is here. The horse has arrived for Burr junior's riding lesson. Can you excuse him?"
This trip revived the talk about Burr major's watch, but only for a day or two, and then once more the topic died out, though I heard incidentally from Mr Hasnip that the Doctor was bitterly grieved at such a loss taking place in his school.
"What is it? What's the matter?" cried Mr Rebble, hurrying along the path, while Lomax came running round from the other side, for he had crossed the dam to act the part of water shepherd over some of his wet lambs. But Burr major only kept on shrieking, "Help! help!" "What's the matter, boys?" cried Mr Hasnip, who was now standing on the bank just where Burr major would land. "Don't know, sir."
Come, Hasnip." They both descended like pantomime demons through the trap, and we followed, Burr major going first, with his brow knit and his bruised face looking sulky and sour, while Dicksee turned to give Tom Mercer a savagely vindictive look which was not pleasant to see. "Won't you shake hands?" I said, as my adversary was about to descend. He gave me a quick look, but made no answer.
Every minute out of school hours was devoted to the search for Burr major's watch, but there was no result; and when Mr Hasnip returned, soon after the boys had again given up the hunt, and told the Doctor what he had done, he came away, and saw Mr Rebble, who told Burr major, and Burr major told Hodson who was the medium that conveyed to the boys generally the fact that the Doctor had shaken his head.
I grasped very well the fact that a plus quantity killed a minus quantity if they were of equal value, and that a little figure two by the side of a letter meant its square, and I somehow blundered through some simple equations, but when Mr Hasnip lit a scholastic fire under me, and began to force on bigger mathematical flowers from my unhappy soil in the Doctor's scholastic hothouse, I began to feel as if I were blighted, and as if quadratic equations were instruments of torture to destroy boys' brains.
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