d himself, went in, locked the door,
and stole up to his room and to bed. _He_ did not sleep that night.
The face of the gamekeeper lying there in the moonlight haunted him. He
wished, like Buller, but oh, much more fervently, that the whole
business might turn out to have been a nightmare. But the morning
dawned cold and grey, and he got up and dressed himself and went in to
school, and it was all real. He could not fix his attention; his mind
would wander to that coppice. Had the gamekeeper come to, tried to
struggle up, fainted, fallen back, perished for want of a little
assistance? Or had he got up, not much the worse, and had he seen his
face clearly, and, recognising that it was a Weston boy, would he come
to the school and ask to go round and pick him out?

"Saurin!"

It was only the voice of the master calling on him to go on with the
construing, but he had so entirely forgotten where he was that he
started and dropped his book, which caused a titter, for Saurin was not
habitually either of a meditative or a nervous turn. He felt that he
really must pull himself together or he would excite suspicion.

"I beg your pardon, sir," he said; "my hands are numb, and I dropped the
book. Where's the place?" he added _sotto voce_ to his neighbour.

"I think your attention was numb," said the master.

Saurin had the chorus in the play of Euripides, which was undergoing
mutilation at his fingers' ends, so he went on translating till he
heard, "That will do. Maxwell!" and then he relapsed into his private
meditations. After all, he had not struck the blow, Marriner's trying
to drag him into a share of the responsibility was all nonsense. They
might say he ought to have given the alarm, or gone for a doctor, but
nothing more. And yet he fancied he had heard somewhere that to be one
of a party engaged in an unlawful act which resulted in anyone being
killed was complicity or something, which included all in the crime.
One thing was clear, he must keep his counsel, and not let Edwards or
anyone know anything about it, because they might be questioned; and he
must guard against showing that he was at all anxious. And why should
he be? A man did not die for one knock on the head; he was probably all
right again. And he could not have seen his face so as to recognise
him; it was quite in the shade where they had been struggling. It was
all nonsense his worrying himself; and yet he could not help listening,
exp