ow and then as he did, and why he clung to his
unlovely calling of teaching unfeeling English boys at the rate of L30 a
term. But the Grandcourt boys did not know all this, and therefore they
had no pity for poor monsieur.

However, as I have said, monsieur shrugged his shoulders, and accepted
the help of the prefects to keep his disorderly charges within bounds.

From one of the prefects he got very hide help. Felgate had no interest
in the order of the house. It didn't matter to him whether it was
monsieur who had to deal with the rioters or Ainger. All he knew was,
he was not going to trouble his head about it. In fact, his sympathies
were on the side of the agitators. Why shouldn't they enjoy themselves
if they liked? They didn't hurt anybody--and if they did break the
rules of the house; well, who was to say whether they might not be right
and the rules of the house wrong?

Arthur Herapath, for instance, had set up with a dog--puppy to his
friend's dog, Smiley. Everybody knew live animals were against rules,
and yet Railsford had winked all last term at Smiley; why shouldn't
Arthur have equal liberty to enjoy the companionship of Smiley minor?

He met master and puppy in the passage one afternoon.

"Hullo, young 'un," said he, "another dog? How many's that?"

"Two," said Arthur, a little doubtful as to the prefect's reception of
the news. "You see it would be rough to take him from his mother while
he is so young. It's not as if he was no relation."

"Of course not. What have you been doing with Marky these holidays?"

"Oh, he was seedy--sore throat. I fancy he was shamming a bit to get a
week extra. You see, he's spoons on my sister Daisy."

"I fancy I've heard that before," observed Felgate.

"What I mean is, he hangs about our place a lot; so it's a good excuse
for him to be laid up, you know."

"Quite so. Perhaps he's not in a hurry to come back here for another
reason we know of, eh, youngster?"

"Ha, ha! but keep that mum, you know. We must back him through that
business. It's nearly blown over already."

"Has it? But, I say--"

Here Ainger came up and detected the puppy.

"You'll have to get rid of that, Herapath," said he.

"What, Smiley's pup? Why? Felgate's given me leave."

"Felgate may do as he pleases. I tell you you must send him home, and
Smiley too."

"What!" said Arthur aghast. "Smiley too! why, Railsford knows all about
Smiley, and let us have him all, la