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
“I have long observed with displeasure the weak and servile manner in
which you have imitated the worst points in Big-gington’s character; I,
therefore, cannot do better than afford you a practical lesson how, by
participating in his vices, you must also share in the punishment they
entail. You I shall also expel--sit down. Now, Terry, how came you to be
of this party? Heedless and imprudent I have long known you to be, but
disobedient I have never before found you.”
For a moment Terry hung his head, and a tear glistened in his clear,
blue eye; dashing it away, he raised his face to that of the Doctor, as
he replied earnestly--
“It was the fun and excitement of the thing tempted me, sir; and I never
thought about how wrong it was, till it was too late for thinking to be
of any use. I am most of all sorry to have disobeyed you and forfeited
your good opinion, and, if you will but give me a chance of regaining
it, I’ll cheerfully bear any punishment you like to inflict.”
The head-master paused ere he answered--
“I will take you at your word; I shall not expel you, but degrade you
to the lower school. On every holiday and halfholiday during this
half-year, you will remain in, and employ your time in construing and
learning by heart six hundred lines of Greek tragedy; and, lastly, you
are forbidden to contend for any of the prizes before the holidays. If
it were not against my rule to administer corporal punishment to boys
in the fifth and sixth forms, you would scarcely have escaped so easily.
Resume your place, sir. Now, Hugh Colville, tell me the truth: did the
elder boys force you to accompany them, or merely induce you to do so by
promising to take you to the play?”
Poor Hugh! all eyes were turned upon him as, hastily swallowing his
tears, he replied--
“Biggington promised me a thrashing if I refused to go; but it wasn’t
that, sir; it was the play did it, sir: I did so want to see a play.”
For a moment a faint gleam of pity passed over the Doctor’s face, but
had vanished ere he resumed--
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