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Updated: May 8, 2025
Twice Benson had been sent flying into the waste-paper basket; three times had Dyke driven a compass into the backside of Forbes, who looked like going to sleep. To crown everything, Briault gave his celebrated imitation of a dog-fight. Consternation reigned. Lovelace tried to hide under Trundle's desk; Gordon endeavoured to get through a window that was hardly a foot square.
I want you all to return quietly to your studies, and continue the prose there." Joyfully the Sixth trooped out. Betteridge rushed across the courts to Trundle's class-room. For a second he listened outside, then a great idea struck him. There was still half-an-hour left. Madly he tore up to the dormitories. Luckily they were not locked.
The introduction of electric snuff, for instance, may not be very original; but it was remarkably successful. Trundle had a habit of leaving his mark-book in his desk, and Lovelace had a key that fitted it. The rest was simple. During evening hall Hunter and Lovelace got leave to fetch a book from their class-room. There was no one about. In five minutes Trundle's mark-book was filled with snuff.
There's many a showy life just now as looks well enough outside; but if you want a life as'll wear well you must fashion it by God's Word. "Now, afore I sits down, I'm just a-going to tell you about Dick Trundle's house-warming. Dick were one of them chaps as are always for making a bit of a show, and making it cost as little as possible.
It looks as though Trundle were "an ass," as it is called. The fact remains, however, that Trundle's single speech was: "Will you permit me to have the pleasure, Sir?" After a few days' interval, when Mr. Pickwick and party found their way to Manor Farm, there were games galore, and at the "round one," Isabella and Trundle, we are told, "went partners," so all was going on well.
Pickwick was told that they had all been to "inspect the furniture and fittings-up of the new house which the young couple were to tenant." This is very significant, for it throws a certain light on Trundle's situation. It is plain that this house was on Wardle's property, and that Trundle had none of his own.
Now there's a deal of religion going in our day as is like Dick Trundle's house and purchases; it's quite new, it makes a great show, it looks very fine, till you come to search a little closer into it. But it ain't according to the old Bible make: it don't get beyond the head; it can't satisfy the heart.
Fletcher collapsed. Next morning a magnificent blue envelope, sealed at every corner, arrived at Mr Trundle's house. It contained a vast quantity of blank paper. "But, sir, I really thought I put in the lines. Hunter, you swine, that is your fault. Sir, I believe Hunter stole them. He had a big imposition for the Chief. You dirty dog, Hunter. May I kick him, sir?" "No; sit down, Fletcher."
This he cut up into six parts, and each School House member of the set somehow or other made for himself a waistcoat out of them. Next day, garbed in these, they rolled sedately to Trundle's, their coats flung open, their hands in their trouser pockets. Trundle sat speechless. At last he found words. "What is the meaning of this confounded impertinence?
Everyone heard it; even Claremont woke up and asked what it was. Arthur, the school custos, talks of it to this day. And at this point the Chief comes into the story. He was showing the parents in question round the studies when he heard an uproar proceeding from somewhere near the cloisters. He excused himself from the parents, ran downstairs, and tracked the noise to Trundle's class-room.
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