urney, and you from henceforth must remember the
same, Singh--I allow no brutal fighting in my establishment; but I am
not very angry with you, my lads, for on the whole there was a display
of manliness in your conduct that I cannot find it in my heart to
condemn. There, you, Singh, can go and see your friend Severn.--And
you, Burney, h'm--humph--well, yes, go and see Slegge. You must not
forsake your companion now he is down."

CHAPTER TWELVE.

"WITH FACES LIKE THIS."

Singh's encounter with Slegge had been very short, and when the Doctor
sent him in the tokens of the affray were very slight; but a few hours
afterwards certain discolorations were so manifest that the Doctor
frowned and told him he had better join his companion in the dormitory
for a few days and consider himself in Mrs Hamton's charge. Singh
hailed the order with delight, and went straight to his bedroom, where
the plump, pleasant, elderly housekeeper had just entered before him,
carrying a small basin half-full of some particular liniment-like
preparation of her own, a sponge, and a soft towel.

When Singh appeared at the door Glyn sat up so suddenly that he nearly
knocked over the basin that Mrs Hamton had given him to hold, after
spreading the soft towel in his lap, when she began sponging his face
with the preparation.

"Oh, my dear child," she cried, "pray, be careful!"

"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the boy merrily.--"Oh, do look at him, Mrs
Hamton. What a guy!"

"Guy!" cried Singh sharply. "What do you mean?"

He dashed to the dressing-table and took his first look at his face in
the glass since he had dressed that morning.

"Oh, I say," he cried, "I never thought of this. Why, it's just like my
face was that day after the sergeant had shown us how to use the
boxing-gloves."

"Yes," cried Glyn merrily; "but what sort of a phiz would you have had
if you had fought it out?"

"One something like yours," cried Singh. "Oh, I say, you ought to talk!
What eyes! and your lip all cut. Why, your face is all on one side."

"Yes, isn't it shocking, my dear," said the old housekeeper. "I do hope
that it will be a lesson to you both. I never could understand why
young gentlemen were so fond of fighting."

"Oh, it's because it's so nice, Mrs Hamton," said Glyn, who spoke as if
he were in the height of glee.

"I don't believe you mean that, my dear; but there, lie back in the
chair again, and let me go on dabbing all your poor cuts and b