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Ready, fell on the paper, and, going up, he read it, stood for a moment transfixed with astonishment, and then called Mr. Rose. Pointing to the inscription, he said: "I think we had better leave that there, Rose, exactly as it is, till Dr. Rowlands has seen it. Would you mind asking him to step in here?" Just at this juncture Eric came in, having been delayed by Mr.
Sophia had intended to be quite distant and silent, but his long-winded praises of all the Rowlands were too much for her. She observed that it was generally considered that there was nobody in Deerbrook to compare with the family in the corner-house the Hopes and Miss Ibbotson.
Rowlands wrote a short note in pencil, and giving it to Eric, directed the servant to show him to Mr. Gordon's school-room. The bell had just done ringing when they had started for the school, so that Eric knew that all the boys would be by this time assembled at their work, and that he should have to go alone into the middle of them.
Instantly there was a bolt in different directions; the sheet was torn down, the candles dashed out, the beds shoved aside, and the dormitories at once plunged in profound silence, only broken by the heavy breathing of sleepers, when in strode not Mr. Rose or any of the under masters but Dr. Rowlands himself! He stood for a moment to survey the scene.
Rowlands finished a line, made a full stop with a sharp rap of his chalk, and then turned round sniffing. "Dear me!" he said, "there's a strong smell of something burning." "Perhaps it's Jackson's cricket cap," murmured a small boy. Jackson's hair, be it said, was of a fiery red, and hence the suggestion that his head-gear might be smouldering in his pocket. "What's that?" demanded Mr.
Mrs Enderby wondered whether she could prevail on all her young friends to spend an evening with her before her son left Deerbrook; and Mrs Grey gave notice that she should shortly issue her invitations to those with whom she wished her young cousins to become better acquainted. All went right for the rest of the morning. When the Enderbys and Rowlands went away, the Levitts came.
John Rowlands and Dr. Clay Trumbull in the shelter of a block of mountains which rise to the south of the desert of Beer-sheba. The spring of clear and abundant water which gushes forth in their midst was the En-Mishpat "the spring where judgments were pronounced" of early times, and is still called 'Ain-Qadîs, "the spring of Kadesh."
Eric, having once given way, enjoyed the joke uncontrollably, and the lady made matters worse by her uneasy attempts to dislodge the unknown intruder, and discover the cause of the tittering, which she could not help hearing. At last all three began to laugh so violently that several heads were turned in their direction, and Dr. Rowlands' stern eye caught sight of their levity.
Rowlands, "on Monday, and by that time we will decide on the punishment. Expulsion, I fear, is the only course open to us." "Is not that a very severe line to take?" "Perhaps; but the offence is of the worst character I must consider the matter." "Poor Williams!" sighed Mr. Rose, as he left the room.
At last the pain was getting severe, and he moved on, finally beginning to run. Five times he was forced up and down the line, and five times did every boy in the line give him a blow, which, if it did not hurt much, at least spoke of no slight anger and contempt. He was dogged and unmoved to the last, and then Avonley hauled him into the presence of Dr. Rowlands.
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