At this moment Mr Tooke entered the room. As he passed the forms, the
boys were all bent over their books, as if they could think of nothing
else. Mr Tooke walked up the room to his desk, and Mr Carnaby walked
down the room to _his_ desk; and then Mr Carnaby said, quite aloud,--

"Mr Tooke, sir."

"Well."

Here Holt sprang from his desk, and ran to the usher, and besought him
not to say a word about what Warner's class had been doing. He even
hung on Mr Carnaby's arm in entreaty; but Mr Carnaby shook him off,
and commanded him back to his seat. Then the whole school heard Mr
Tooke told about the wry faces and the mask, and the trouble of the
little boys. Mr Tooke was not often angry; but when he was, his face
grew white, and his lips trembled. His face was white now. He stood
up, and called before him the little boy who had informed. Hugh chose
to go with Holt, though Holt had not gone up with him about the letter,
the other day; and Holt felt how kind this was. Mr Tooke desired to
know who the offenders were; and as they were named, he called to them
to stand up in their places. Then came the sentence. Mr Tooke would
never forgive advantage being taken of his absence. If there were boys
who could not be trusted while his back was turned, they must be made to
remember him when he was out of sight, by punishment. Page must remain
in school after hours, to learn twenty lines of Virgil; Davison twenty;
Tooke forty--

Here everybody looked round to see how Tooke bore his father being so
angry with him.

"Please, sir," cried one boy, "I saw little Proctor throw a sponge at
Tooke. He did it twice."

"Never mind!" answered Tooke. "I threw it at him first. It is my
sponge."

"And Warner," continued the master, as if he had not heard the
interruption, "considering that Warner has got off too easily for many
pranks of late,--Warner seventy."

Seventy! The idea of having anybody condemned, through him, to learn
seventy lines of Latin by heart, made Holt so miserable that the word
seventy seemed really to prick his very ears. Though Mr Tooke's face
was still white, Holt ventured up to him, "Pray, sir--"

"Not a word of intercession for those boys," said the master. "I will
not hear a word in their favour."

"Then, sir--"

"Well."

"I only want to say, then, that Proctor told no tales, sir. I did not
mean any harm, sir, but I told because--"

"Never mind that," cried Hugh, afraid that he would n