"Your daughter was very rude, very inattentive, refused to learn the lesson I set, and incited some of the older girls to insubordination, Mrs Searby, so that I was compelled, most reluctantly, to punish her as an example." The old master went on carving the quill to pieces, making and remaking it, till the amount of useful pen was getting very short, chuckling the while, and evidently enjoying the sidewise compliments directed at him and his old system by the irate woman. "My gal not behaving herself! Why, she's as good in school as her brothers is. She's the best o' gals at home; and poor old Mrs Marley, who used to keep the school here, said as my gal was one of the best behaved and nicest children she ever see." "Then she must have altered very much in her opinion, Mrs Searby," said a quiet, deep, rich voice; and the woman and the old schoolmaster started to see the Rector standing in the open door. "Mrs Marley consulted me several times upon the advisability of expelling your child from the school, and, for my part, I must say that she is the most tiresome girl that attends the Sunday classes." "My gracious, sir!" exclaimed the woman, curtseying humbly. "Leave her a little more to Miss Portlock here, and don't interfere," continued the Rector. "Elizabeth Searby, you had better go to your class. Mr Bone, I have been waiting in the boys' school to see you. Mrs Searby's two sons are heading a sort of insurrection there, and the boys, when I went in, were pelting each other with pieces of coke from the stove." "Let 'em," said Humphrey Bone, snapping his fingers in defiance, as Miss Elizabeth Searby took the opportunity of her elders' backs being turned to put out her tongue at them, as if for medical inspection, and then sought her class, while her mother beat a hasty retreat from the Rector's presence. "Let 'em!" said Humphrey Bone again; "I've done with 'em all. I defy you all I've worked for this school," he cried, raising his voice, "for thirty years, and trained boys to make good men. As for you, Rev Eli Mallow, head of the parish as you call yourself, you haven't." "Don't be foolish, Humphrey Bone," said the Rector, with a grave smile. "Don't try to quarrel about the past. What I did was as my duty; and when you are calm you must know that it was inevitable. Forbearance has its limits." "Quarrel! Forbearance!" cried the old schoolmaster, furiously. "How have you done your duty? I'm not afraid of you; you shan't kill me like you did old Warmoth; and I'll speak now." "My duty? Not so well as I should," said the old clergyman, sadly. "We all have our regrets, Bone, for the past." "Yes, for what you've neglected," cried the master, furiously. "You're not pitched out of your living in your old age; I am. I trained my boys well. How about the training of yours, Rev Eli--old prophet? How about your boys? Say, if you can, they are not a disgrace."