come, sir, if Singh had not asked me."

"That will do, sir," said Morris, affecting the Doctor's sternest
manner. "You know you have no business to be here, and I shall feel it
my duty to report the matter to the Principal."

Glyn was silent for a few moments, and then he started, for he saw that
Morris was evidently waiting for him to leave the room; so, going down
on one knee quickly, he locked up the trunk, with a feeling of
resentment growing stronger within him, and as he rose and faced the
master again his mind was made up. His father had told him more than
once that he looked to him to use his common-sense and do the best he
could in any emergency on behalf of Singh, and for the moment, as he
stood facing Morris, he asked himself whether he ought not to write to
his father. The next moment he was speaking. "I beg your pardon, sir."

"That will do, Mr Severn," said Morris coldly. "I am not in the humour
to hear any excuses."

"I was not going to make excuses, sir," said the lad, "but to say a word
or two about Singh, who is to me as a brother."

"What do you mean, sir?" said Morris sternly. "I mean, sir, that
knowing how good and generous he is, and ready to do anything
charitable, still I do not think that he ought to be imposed upon and
induced again and again to lend money to a stranger."

Morris stared at him wildly.

"And above all, sir, there is that belt of his, which it has always been
understood between us should be kept perfectly private on account of its
value. It ought not to have been taken to Professor Barclay's
lodgings."

"Mr Severn--" began Morris, and then he stopped, unable for a few
moments to utter a word. Then, in quite an agitated tone, he exclaimed:
"Singh has told you of all this?"

"Of course, sir. We never keep anything from each other, though I
didn't know he was going to take it till afterwards; and I feel quite
sure that the Doctor will be very angry when he knows."

"When he knows!" cried Morris. "Mr Severn, you are never going to tell
him this?"

"What do you think, sir? Singh is in my charge--by my father's orders."

"But, Mr Severn," cried Morris, "I--I am very sorry that I had occasion
to speak so angrily to you; but I--I felt it my duty, and--yes, under
the circumstances, I must confess that it was a mistake on my part to
take your schoolfellow there. And those emerald clasps--yes, I see
perfectly clearly now that it ought not to have been done. I sho