“If you are all to stop in this room, I and Tom shall never get our lessons done,” was all the reply made by Charles, as he drew a chair to the table and opened his exercise books. “And I never could afford that,” cried Tom, following his example, and looking out the books he required. “It won’t do to let Huntley and Yorke get ahead of me.” “Trying for the seniorship as strenuously as ever, Tom?” asked Mr. Yorke. “Of course I am,” replied Tom Channing, lifting his eyes in slight surprise. “And I hope to get it.” “Which of the three stands the best chance?” “Well,” said Tom, “it will be about a neck-and-neck race between us. My name stands first on the rolls of the school; therefore, were our merits equal, in strict justice it ought to be given to me. But the master could pass me over if he pleased, and decide upon either of the other two.” “Which of those two stands first on the rolls?” “Harry Huntley. Yorke is the last. But that does not count for much, you know, Mr. Yorke, as we all entered together. They enrolled us as our initial letters stood in the alphabet.” “It will turn wholly upon your scholastic merits, then? I hear--but Helstonleigh is famous for its gossip--that in past times it has frequently gone by favour.” “So it has,” said Tom Channing, throwing back his head with a whole world of indignation in the action. “Eligible boys have been passed over, and the most incapable dolt set up above them; all because his friends were in a good position, and hand-in-glove with the head-master. I don’t mean Pye, you know; before he came. It’s said the last case was so flagrant that it came to the ears of the dean, and he interfered and forbade favour for the future. At any rate, there’s an impression running through the school that merit and conduct, taken together, will be allowed fair play.” “Conduct?” echoed Arthur Channing. Tom nodded:--“Conduct is to be brought in, this time. One day, when the first desk fell into a row with the head-master, through some mischief we had gone into out of school, he asked us if we were aware that our conduct, as it might be good or ill, might gain or lose us the seniorship. Yorke, who is bold enough, you know, for ten, remarked that that was a new dodge, and the master overheard the words, and said, Yes, he was happy to say there were many new ‘dodges’ he had seen fit to introduce, which he trusted might tend to make the school different from what it had been. Of course we had the laugh at Yorke; but the master took no more notice of it. Since then, I assure you, Mr. Yorke, our behaviour has been a pattern for young ladies--mine, and Huntley’s, and Yorke’s. We don’t care to lose a chance.” Tom Channing nodded sagaciously as he concluded, and they left the room to him and Charles. CHAPTER IV. -- NO HOLIDAY TO-DAY. “Now, Constance, that we have a moment alone, what is this about you?” began Mr. Yorke, as they stood together in the garden.