The Fortunes of the Colville Family; or, A Cloud with its Silver LiningSmedley, Frank E. (Frank Edward)
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The Fortunes of the Colville Family; or, A Cloud with its Silver Lining
Smedley, Frank E. (Frank Edward)
Christmas stories; English fiction -- 19th century; Families -- Fiction
“Before school commences, I have a painful duty to perform. Regardless
of my express prohibition, certain scholars of the sixth form have
ventured to break through the regulations of the school--which do not
permit any of the boys to be out at night--and have been to the theatre,
taking with them one of the younger boys, who, on their return, was put
through a window, and made to unbolt the school-room door, in order to
admit them, How they employed their time after they quitted the theatre,
I have yet to discover; but they did not return till two o’clock in
the morning--one of them in a disgraceful state of intoxication. As the
whole school is aware of my orders, and the manner in which they
have been disobeyed, I consider it salutary that they should also be
witnesses of my method of dealing with the culprits, so as at once
to vindicate my authority, and to mark my disapprobation of their
rebellious and ungentlemanly conduct.”
The Doctor then resumed his seat, and continued--“Let those whose names
are mentioned step forward--Biggington!”
There was a moment’s breathless silence, and then, with trembling knees,
downcast eyes, and guilty, sheepish manner, Stradwick replied, that
“Biggington was too ill to leave his bed.”
“I am not surprised,” was the reply. “Let Norman, Stradwick, Terry, and
the younger Colville stand forward.”
With a proud, haughty bearing, Norman advanced, and placed himself
immediately in front of the head-master’s desk. Crestfallen and sulky,
Stradwick shambled after him. A moment’s delay took place ere Hugh could
muster sufficient physical strength to tear himself from his brother’s
side: while Percy was near him, he felt some degree of security; but
Terry put his arm round him, and whispering, “Cheer up, young’un,
flogging’s nothing when you’re used to it, and I dare say the Doctor
will let you off easy--never say die!” half led, half carried him to the
tribunal of justice.
“You are the eldest, Norman,” observed the Doctor, fixing his stern
glance upon him; “and I will therefore deal first with you. Whatever
faults you may possess, I have never known you tell me an untruth, and
therefore I shall, for the satisfaction of myself and of those around
me, ask you one or two questions, which you are at liberty to answer or
not, as you may prefer. In the first place, do you admit the truth of
the accusation brought against you?”
“Yes, sir,” was the quiet self-possessed reply, in a tone neither
disrespectful nor penitent.
“Have you any objection to give me an account of the expedition,
especially how you passed the evening after you quitted the theatre?”
was the next inquiry.
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