"Might as well have a jug of milk and water head of the school," sneered Mackworth. "Or a bottle of French polish, I should think," casually suggests Henderson, who, _en passant_, has heard the last remark. "Damn that fellow," says Mackworth, stamping, "by Jove, I'll be even with him some day." "Is he one of the new monitors?" asks Jones. "Yes," says Tracy, "and Evson's another;" and at Walter's name the faces of all four grew darker; "and Kenrick's a third." "O, Kenrick is, is he? that's all right. Jolly fellow is Ken," observes Harpour, approvingly. "Yes, quite up to snuff," adds Jones; "and a thorough gentlemanly chap," assents Mackworth; for, amazing to relate, Kenrick is on good terms with these fellows now, though he has never spoken to Walter yet. "Of good family, too, on the mother's side," drawls Tracy, with his hand lifting his locks. "I say, old fellows," says Harpour, with many knowing looks and winks, and poking of his friends in the ribs. "I say, stunning tap at Dan's, you know, eh? I say;" whereupon the others laugh, and Belial Mackworth observes, "And let those monitors try to peach if they dare. We'll soon have _them_ under our thumb." After which, as their conversation is supremely repulsive, let us go and take a breath of delicious pure sea air, and seat ourselves by Walter and Power on the shore. Walter is in good, and even gay spirits, being fresh from Semlyn, but Power seems a little grave and depressed. "Look, Walter," he says, shying a round stone at a bit of embedded rock about twenty yards before them, but missing it; "I believe it was that identical rock--" "_That_ identical rock," said Walter, taking a better shot, and hitting it; "well, what about it?" "--On which you were standing one autumn evening three years ago, when the tide was coming in--" "And to save me wet trousers you took off your shoes and stockings, and carried me in on your back," said Walter. "I remember it well, Rex; it was a happy day for me. I recollect I'd been very miserable; it was after the Paton affair, you know, and every one was cutting me. Your coming to speak to me was about the last thing in the world I expected and the best thing I could have hoped. I'd often wanted to know you, longed to have you as a friend; but I used to lock up to you as such a young swell in those days that I never thought we should meet each other." "Pooh!" said Power; "but wasn't it good now of me to break the ice and speak first? I declare, I think I've never done it with any one else. _You'd_ never have done it--now confess? Only fancy, we mightn't have known each other till this day." "I shouldn't have done it at _that_ time," said Walter, "because I was in Coventry; but--well, never mind, Rex, we understand each other. I was looking at some porpoises, I remember." "Yes; happy days they were after that. I wish the time was back again! Fancy you a monitor, and me head of the school!"