"He told the—Mr. Hamilton all about it," Hazel explained, "and Mr. Hamilton said: ’Le Mesurier,’"—here Hazel assumed a dramatic pose, suggestive of righteous wrath denouncing an evildoer—"’Le Mesurier, if such scandalous behaviour occurs again, I shall discharge you on the spot. Had you been any young man other than you are,’" Hazel continued, speaking in a voice that would make righteous wrath itself tremble, "’I should have requested you to leave my office instantly. As it is, I shall expect you to apologise to Mr.’—I don’t know his name, mother—’and to make what amends you can for your most unwarrantable behaviour.’" "And did Teddie apologise?" Mrs. Le Mesurier asked, much diverted. "Not he," Hazel cried exultantly. "The sequel to the story bespeaks the character of both. Teddie offered Carrots five shillings instead—you know what a very little pocket-money he has, mother; and if you will believe it, the Lout accepted it. The next day," Hazel continued, after a pause devoted to pacing the room in some excitement, "Mr. Hamilton called Teddie into his private office, and inquired whether a reconciliation had been effected. Teddie answered that Carrots was satisfied. ’You did apologise, then, Le Mesurier?’ Mr. Hamilton asked, Teddie thought in some surprise, though he tried to hide it. ’No, sir,’ says Teddie. ’No?’ says Mr. Hamilton, puzzled. ’You said just now that the young man was satisfied. Explain yourself, if you please.’ ’I did not apologise, I would rather leave you, sir, than do so; I offered five shillings instead, and the’—I think Teddie said the cad," Hazel broke off apologetically, "’and the cad accepted it.’" "Yes?" Mrs. Le Mesurier said interrogatively, too much interested to expostulate. "That was all," Hazel returned. "Teddie says that just then Mr. Hamilton had a fit of coughing, and, as he held his handkerchief to his face, Teddie could not see the expression. So he took Mr. Hamilton’s wave of the hand as a sign to leave him, and went." "My boy must have entertained an extraordinarily poor opinion of the young man, to have proposed giving him money instead of asking his pardon," Mrs. Le Mesurier commented. "Yes indeed," agreed Hazel. "It was a far worse insult than having an inkpot thrown at your head. But Teddie was justified in his opinion, mother, for Carrots was quite pleased." "And you don’t know what it was that so angered Teddie in the first instance?" Mrs. Le Mesurier asked. "No, he would never tell me," Hazel answered. *CHAPTER II*