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He was accompanied by a constable, to whom he appealed for confirmation, pointing to my face. "Left immy charge only this evening, Perf'ly dishgrashful!" "Boys will be boys, sir," said the constable. "M' good fellow " Mr. Stimcoe comprehended the crowd with an unsteady wave of his hand "that don't 'pply 'case of men. Ne tu pu'ri tempsherish annosh; tha's Juvenal."
The "navigation," so far as we were concerned, was a mere flourish of the prospectus; and his qualifications as a teacher of English began and ended with an enthusiasm for Dr. Johnson's "Rasselas." Such was Captain Branscome: and, such as he was, he kept the school running on days when Stimcoe was merely drunk and incapable. He ever treated Mrs.
"A scholar, and such a gentleman!" "Fiddlestick-end!" snapped the unconscionable lady, not removing her eyes from mine. "Was this man Stimcoe drunk, eh? No; I beg your pardon," she corrected herself. "I oughtn't to be asking a boy to tell tales out of school. 'Thou shalt not say anything to get another fellow into trouble' that's the first and last commandment eh, Harry Brooks?
Master Bates pulled up and studied my mauled face by the light of a street-lamp. "The beggar heard me shouting his own name, silly fool that I was!" I begged him not to be distressed on my account. "What's the use of half a fight?" he groaned again. "My word, though, won't Stimcoe catch it from the missus!
By-and-by it became apparent that in the soothing flow of his eloquence he had forgotten us; and Doggy Bates, who understood his preceptor's habits to a hair, checked me with a knowing squeeze of the arm, and began, of set purpose, to lag in his steps. Mr. Stimcoe strode on, still audibly denouncing and exhorting. "It was all my fault!"
Indeed, there is no knowing how long it might have lasted for Captain Branscome made no sign of turning again and facing me but, happening just then to glance along the terrace, I caught sight of Mrs. Stimcoe returning with long, masculine strides. She held an open letter in her hand, and was perusing it as she came.
Mawes packet plying to and fro. I had a mind to steal down to the Market Strand and interrogate her skipper. I had a mind and laid more than one plan for it to follow up my first impulse of bolting for home, to discover if Captain Coffin had arrived there. But Mrs. Stimcoe, misinterpreting my eagerness to be employed, had by this time enlisted me into full service in the sick-room.
Why, when I questioned him about his holiday, had he answered me so confusedly? Yet again, I recalled his demeanour when Mrs. Stimcoe handed me the letter, and the impression it gave me so puzzling at the moment that he had foreknowledge of the news.
Stimcoe to me, "if you present yourself as Alexander of Russia, there is no more to be said, always provided" and here he removed his nightcap and made me a profound bow "that your credentials are satisfactory." Apparently they were.
Stimcoes and Rogerses are hated rivals. If you can whack Bully Stokes for us " "But Mrs. Stimcoe told me that you were taking a walk with the butler," I interrupted. Master Bates winked. "Would you like to see him?"
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