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It was for others thou didst fight, my son, and for others it is pardonable to do battle. Had it been thine own quarrel, it might haply have been more hard to have answered thee." Who can gainsay, even in these days of light, the truth of this that the good priest said to the sick lad so far away in the past? One day the Earl of Mackworth came to visit Myles.
One of the earliest was that of hoisting sails upon the waggons, and driving them along the waggon-way, as a ship is driven through the water by the wind. This method seems to have been employed by Sir Humphrey Mackworth, an ingenious coal-miner at Neath in Glamorganshire, about the end of the seventeenth century.
The Earl of Mackworth started up from his seat. "Sir Myles Falworth" he began, violently, and then stopped short, drawing his bushy eyebrows together into a frown stern, if not sinister. Myles withstood his look calmly and impassively, and presently the Earl turned on his heel, and strode to the open window.
"I look on him as a great and wonderful man!" "Mark my word, Mr. Gregory, you'll find yourself in some sort of mix-up if you go down to Eden to live with him. You're both too mad and inflammable to be in the same neighbourhood." Using all his powers of persuasion, Dr. William Hayes Ward tried to explain to me how I owed it both to Mr. Derek and Mr. Mackworth to finish my play.
He hoped too that, as Charlie would always have the run of his and of Power's study, it would make little difference to him that he was under a different house master. To Mackworth and Wilton the arrival of one or two new boys was a matter of some importance, but little anxiety.
"What do you mean, Flip?" asked Walter, laughing. "Mean! nothing at all only Tracy, Jones, and Mackworth. Tracy's the world, Jones is the flesh raw flesh; and Mackworth's the other thing." "I'll tell you of two more who won't let the school override us if they can help it," said Walter; "Cradock and Eden."
He had been a good deal abroad, and as he constantly adopted the airs and the graces of a fashionable person, the boys had felicitously named him French Varnish. But Mackworth was a dangerous enemy, for he had one of the most biting tongues in the whole school, and there were few things which he enjoyed more than making a young boy wince under his cutting words.
There was a corrosive malice in this speech so intense that Kenrick never saw Mackworth without recalling the shame and anguish it had caused. Fresh from home, full of quick sensibility, feeling ridicule with great keenness, Kenrick was too much pained by these words even for anger. He had hung his head and slunk away.
He knew, too, from other quarters how unsatisfactorily Kenrick had been going on, and the part he had taken in several acts of insubordination and disobedience. Accordingly, no sooner had Harpour, Jones, and Mackworth been banished from Saint Winifred's, than he sent for Kenrick, and administered to him a reprimand so uncompromising and stern, that Kenrick never forgot it to the end of his life.
"Or a bottle of French polish, I should think," casually suggests Henderson, who, en passant, has heard the last remark. "Damn that fellow," says Mackworth, stamping, "by Jove, I'll be even with him some day." "Is he one of the new monitors?" asks Jones. "Yes," says Tracy, "and Evson's another;" and at Walter's name the faces of all four grew darker; "and Kenrick's a third."
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