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Mr Rebble seemed to be always lying in wait to puzzle us with questions, and Mr Hasnip appeared to think that we never had enough to learn; while the German and French masters, who came over twice a week from Hastings, both seemed to have been born with the idea that there was nothing of the slightest consequence in the way of our studies but the tongues they taught.
Dicksee only stayed till the following Christmas, and there was a general feeling of satisfaction in the school when it was known that he was not coming back after the holidays, Mr Hasnip forgetting himself so far as to say, "And a good job too."
I say: that punch with the left! Oh my!" Those were busy times at Meade Place, for Mr Hasnip worked me hard; Mr Rebble harassed me a little whenever he had a chance; and every now and then the Doctor made a sudden unexpected attack upon me with questions uttered in the severest of tones.
It all began at breakfast, where we were no sooner seated, than Mr Rebble came by with the new assistant master. "Bless me! Good gracious! Look, Mr Hasnip. Did you ever see such a nose? No, no, Mercer: sit up, sir." Poor Mercer had ducked down to hide his bulbous organ, but he had to sit up while Mr Hasnip brought his smoke-tinted spectacles to bear upon it. "Terrible!" he said.
Very good, Burr junior," said Mr Hasnip blandly, as he brought his dark spectacles to bear upon us. "I like to see this, and I wish the other boys would be as industrious, and get up these lovely mornings. Been making plans with the gardener about your little gardens, I see. That's right that's right.
"Burr Major and Burr Junior been having it out, sir," cried half a dozen voices at once, and the colour began to burn in my cheeks as I met the usher's eye. Mr Rebble stepped up into the loft, closely followed by Mr Hasnip, who stared from one to the other with a peculiar smile upon his lip. "Fighting, eh?" said Mr Rebble. "Disgraceful!
Old Eely's watch is regularly wound up." But we had not heard the end of it, for the Doctor was so much annoyed that he sent Mr Hasnip on a private diplomatic visit to his brother schoolmaster at Hastings, to speak of the trouble we were in, and to ask if it were possible that the watch had been taken by mistake.
"We can't write and ask the party if either of them took a watch by mistake. Stop! I have it." "The watch?" cried Mr Hasnip eagerly. "No. Wait till he comes back, and I think I can explain it all." We had not long to wait before Burr major came back to us. "No, sir," he said. "I've looked everywhere; it isn't in my room." "Then I think I can help you," said Mr Rebble.
"Heaven bless you for this!" he cried, and Mr Hasnip forgot his dignity as a master, and, taking off his hat, joined us boys in a hearty, "Hip! hip! hip! hooray!" which seemed to give the finishing impetus to our treatment, for Dicksee opened his eyes wide, struggled up into a sitting position, stared about him for a few moments, and then cried, in a harsh, unpleasant tone, "Where's my clothes?"
"Doctor Browne," cried Mr Hasnip warmly, and I saw the tears start to his eyes, "I would give anything to be able to say it is all a mistake." "But you feel that you can not?" Mr Hasnip shook his head, and turned away to hide the working of his face, while I stood wondering at the feeling he displayed.
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