"_None, sir._" Every boy turned towards me, and my cheeks burned to maroon. I caught mutters of "Well, I'm hanged!" "Ye gods!" "Good-night!" "Wh-what did you say?" stuttered Carpet Slippers. I was irritated and nervous and replied rather too loudly: "_None, sir._" "None? Why none?" "I didn't learn it." The mutterings began again: "Oh, I say, stow it!" "Lie down." "You didn't learn it? St-stand up when I question you. Wh-why didn't you learn it?" Here I failed. I had answered the first two questions truthfully because I had reasoned about them. The third took me unawares. And, such is the result of trifling with conscience, I had lost the knack of doing right without premeditation. "We must have time to think," Radley had said bitterly, "or else we lie." Obliged to answer without delay, I lied. "I hadn't time, sir." No sooner had I uttered the words than the dull and sickening sense of failure came over me. In spite of all--in spite of the fact that I had dealt honourably with the first two questions--I had ended by lying. I sat down slowly, and stared vacantly in front of me. The big moment had come and passed, and I had missed it. I couldn't believe it. I had been determined, and yet I had failed. My breath became tremulous, and across my brows went the sudden invasion of a headache. Little it matters what Fillet said. Destiny ordains for our correction that there shall be some people before whom we shall always appear at our worst. Fillet occupied that place in my schooldays. Little would it matter, either, what my fellow trade-unionists thought of this black-leg in the camp, were it not for the remarkable deed of Pennybet. He, I am convinced, felt that he must rise to the occasion. There were few things he liked better than rising to an occasion. Here was an opportunity for a _coup d'etat_. Here, praise the gods, were circumstances to be tamed. So he at once threw all his weight on my side, knowing full well that he had but to do that to secure me from all persecution or contempt. "P-pennybet?" "Oh--er--none, sir." "None? Another boy with none? Why none?" Penny admired the nails on his right hand and then said: "I didn't exactly learn it." "Oh, indeed? And wh-why, pray?" As though deploring such tactless persistency, Penny pursed up his mouth, laid his head on one side, shrugged his shoulders, and held his peace. "Had you, too, no time?" "Well, not a great deal, sir." There were some titters, and Penny looked deprecatingly in the direction whence they came. Fillet passed judgment so severe that Penny made a shocking grimace and said: "Thank you, sir. It shall not occur again," which, to be sure, might have meant anything.