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He fell forward on his hands; and the bottle smashed and exploded as he touched the ground. In another moment he found himself, stunned and bleeding, sitting face to face with Lidgett in the old walled garden behind the school. There the story of Plattner's experiences ends. I have resisted, I believe successfully, the natural disposition of a writer of fiction to dress up incidents of this sort.
'That will make no difference to Mullins or Winton, if I know 'em, said the Head. 'But but, King played his last card desperately, 'I was going to recommend Winton for extra sub-prefect in my House, now Carton has gone. 'Certainly, said the Head. 'Why not? He will be excellent by tea-time, I hope. At that moment they saw Mr. Lidgett, tripping down the corridor, waylaid by Winton.
This scarcely idyllic scene completes what I may call the exterior version of the Plattner story its exoteric aspect. It is quite unnecessary to enter here into all the details of his dismissal by Mr. Lidgett.
Sweet and holy are the angelic choristers. And for ever round the marble shoulders, in and out of the folded fingers, go the thin high sounds of voice and organ. For ever requiem repose. Tired with scrubbing the steps of the Prudential Society's office, which she did year in year out, Mrs. Lidgett took her seat beneath the great Duke's tomb, folded her hands, and half closed her eyes.
Lidgett, and added, for he was a kindly man, 'I think that shows quite right feeling. I'll tell the Head at once I'm satisfied. 'No no! The boy's still unmended voice jumped from the growl to the squeak. 'I didn't mean that! I I did it on principle. Please don't er do anything of that kind. Mr. Lidgett looked him up and down and, being an artist, understood. 'Thank you, Winton, he said.
It is quite possible, indeed, that some of the readers of these pages may recall the hearing of some remote and dying version of that excitement during the last summer holidays. Lidgett, it would seem, did everything in his power to suppress and minimise the story.
He became aware at once of a vivid scent of singed hair, and he seemed to hear the voice of Lidgett asking for him. You will understand that for a time his mind was greatly confused. At first he was under the impression that he was still standing in the class-room. He perceived quite distinctly the surprise of the boys and the entry of Mr. Lidgett. He is quite positive upon that score.
Winton was in King's House, and though King as pro-consul might, and did, infernally oppress his own Province, once a black and yellow cap was in trouble at the hands of the Imperial authority King fought for him to the very last steps of Caesar's throne. 'Well, you yourself admitted just now that a mouse was beneath the occasion, the Head answered. 'It was. Mr. King did not love Mr. Lidgett.
'It is necessary to bear oneself as lower than the local gods even than drawing-masters who are precluded from effective retaliation. I do wish you'd tried that mouse-game with me, Pater. Winton grinned; then sobered 'It was a cad's trick, sir, to play on Mr. Lidgett. He peered forward at the page he was copying. 'Well, "the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost" King stopped himself.
'This shall be between ourselves. 'You heard? said King, indecent pride in his voice. 'Of course. You thought he was going to get Lidgett to beg him off the impot. King denied this with so much warmth that the Head laughed and King went away in a huff. 'By the way, said the Head, 'I've told Winton to do his lines in your form-room not in his study.
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