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"I wonder why Kenrick should even condescend to notice what such fellows as you and Jones say. But when Whalley had taken Kenrick to a quiet place by the river side, and asked him "what had made him so furious?" he returned no answer, only hiding his face in his hands.
It was not long before he introduced the subject, while talking to Power after looking over his composition. "Kenrick has just been here, Power," he said; "it pains me to see him so sadly altered. I can hardly get him to speak a word; all things seem equally indifferent to him, and his eyes look to me as though they were always ready to overflow with tears. What can we manage to do for him?
Poor, poor fellow! who am I that I should cast you off? No, you unhappy child, I may tell of you, but I will not cease to be fond of you. Go, Wilton; I will decide between this and tea-time you may come and hear about it after tea." He was already outside the door when Kenrick called out "Wilton, stop!" "What is it?" asked Wilton, returning alarmed, for conscience had made him a coward. "There!"
His face bathed in tears, his voice choked with sobs, the memory of the past, consciousness that much which he said was only too true, touched Kenrick with compassion; the tears rolled down his own face fast, and he felt that, though personal fear could not influence him, pity would perhaps force him to relent, and wring from him in his weakness a reluctant promise not to disclose Wilton's discovered guilt.
But Kenrick still met him in perfect silence, and with averted looks; and Walter, surprised at his obstinate unkindness, thought that he could do nothing more to disabuse him of his false impression, and was the more ready to forego a friendship which by every honourable means he had endeavoured to retain.
All farther conversation was broken by Kenrick, who at this moment awoke with a great yawn, and looking at his watch, declared that they ought to have been in bed long ago. "Good-night, Ken; I hope we shall sleep as sound as you," said Power. "Walter here will dream of skeletons and moonlit precipices, I bet," said Kenrick. "Not I, Ken; I'm far too tired. Good-night, both."
The first time they met, Kenrick could not help noticing that Jones and Mackworth nudged each other derisively as he passed, and looked at him with a glance unmistakably impudent. This rather surprised him, though he was on bad terms with them both.
Already he felt a sense of ease and pleasure in the certainty that Kenrick evidently no cipher among his schoolfellows was inclined to like him, and to show him the ways of the school. They went into a large hall, where the four hundred had their meals. "Now, mind you don't begin to smoke," said Henderson, as Walter went in, and found most of the boys already seated.
Archbishop Kenrick, as soon as he heard of this, made a determined effort to secure Father Baker for the diocese of Baltimore, but the latter never for a moment faltered in his purpose to cast his lot with his brethren, and the archbishop gave up his claim upon him at the request of Cardinal Barnabo.
O Kenrick, when human beings meet face to face before a certain judgment-seat, there are some young souls who will have a bill of indictment against you; the same who may point to Mackworth or to Wilton, and say, as of old, "The serpent beguiled me, and I did eat." Five new boys had come this half-year.
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