got in his
book, and comparing them with other forms of construction to be found
scattered through the entire range of Latin classical literature.
How Parson and Telson enjoyed that lecture! They listened to it with
rapt attention with hearts full of gratitude and faces full of sympathy.
They did not understand a word of it, but a chapter out of "Midshipman
Easy" could not have delighted them more; and when they saw that the
clock had slowly worked round from nine to ten they would not have
interrupted it for the world.
"Ah!" said Mr Warton, taking out his watch, "I see time's up. We've
had more Syntax than Caesar to-day. Never mind, it's a point worth
remarking, and sure to be useful as you get on in Latin. The class is
dismissed."
Little he knew the joy his words carried to two small hearts in his
audience.
"Jolly good luck that!" said Parson, as he strolled out into the passage
arm-in-arm with his friend. "Now if I can only get those beastly verbs
done before Coates asks for them! I say, Telson, do you know the dodge
for sticking three nibs on one pen and writing three lines all at one
time?"
"Tried it once," said Telson, "but it didn't pay. It took longer to
keep sticking them in when they fell out, and measuring them to write on
the lines, than to write the thing twice over the ordinary way. I'll
write out part, old man."
"Thanks, Telson, you're an awful brick. I suppose Riddell wouldn't
think it wicked of you to write another fellow's impot, would he?"
"I half fancy he would; but I won't tell him. Hullo! though, here comes
Coates."
A monitor wearing his "mortar-board" approached.
"Where's your imposition, Parson?" he asked.
"I'm awfully sorry," said Parson, "but it's not quite done yet, Coates."
"How much is done?" demanded Coates.
"Not any yet," said Parson, with some confusion. "I was just going to
begin. Wasn't I, Telson?"
"Won't do," said Coates; "you were up the river this morning, I saw you.
If you can go up the river you can do your impositions. Better come
with me to the captain."
Coming with a monitor to the captain meant something unpleasant. The
discipline of Willoughby, particularly in outside matters, was left
almost entirely in the hands of the monitors, who with the captain,
their head, were responsible as a body to the head master for the order
of the school. It was very rarely that a case had to go beyond the
monitors, whose authority was usually su
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