'Hullo, Langton,' said Mark, as he saw him; 'so it's you; why, haven't you gone yet, eh? How's that?' 'Please sir,' began the boy, dolorously, 'I've got into an awful row--I'm run in, sir.' 'Ah!' said Mark; 'sorry for you--what is it?' 'Well, I didn't do anything,' said he. 'It was like this. I was going along the passage, and just passing Old Jemmy's--I mean Mr. Shelford's--door, and it was open. And there was a fellow standing outside, a bigger fellow than me, and he caught hold of me by the collar and ran me right in and shut the door and bolted. And Mr. Shelford came at me and boxed my ears, and said it wasn't the first time, and I should have a detention card for it. And so he gave me this, and I'm to go up to the Doctor with it and get it signed when it's done!' And the boy held out the paper, at the top of which Mark read in old Shelford's tremulous hand--'Langton. 100 lines for outrageous impertinence. J. Shelford.' 'If I go up, you know, sir,' said the boy, with a trembling lip, 'I'm safe for a swishing.' 'Well, I'm afraid you are,' agreed Mark, 'but you'd better make haste, hadn't you? or they'll close the Detention Room, and you'll only be worse off for waiting, you see.' Mark was really rather sorry for him, though he had, as has been said, no great liking for boys; but this particular one, a round-faced, freckled boy, with honest eyes and a certain refinement in his voice and bearing that somehow suggested that he had a mother or sister who was a gentlewoman, was less objectionable to Mark than his fellows. Still he could not enter into his feelings sufficiently to guess why he was being appealed to in this way. Young Langton half turned to go, dejectedly enough; then he came back and said, 'Please, sir, can't you help me? I shouldn't mind the--the swishing so much if I'd done anything. But I haven't.' 'What can I do?' asked Mark. 'If you wouldn't mind speaking to Mr. Shelford for me--he'd listen to you, and he won't to me.' 'He will have gone by this time,' objected Mark. 'Not if you make haste,' said the boy, eagerly. Mark was rather flattered by this confidence in his persuasive powers: he liked the idea, too, of posing as the protector of his class, and the good-natured element in him made him the readier to yield. 'Well, we'll have a shot at it, Langton,' he said. 'I doubt if it's much good, you know, but here goes--when you get in, hold your tongue and keep in the background--leave it to me.' So they went out into the long passage with its whitewashed walls and rows of doors on each side, and black barrel-vaulting above; at the end the glimmer of light came through the iron bars of the doorway, which had a prison-like suggestion about them, and the reflectors of the unlighted gas lamps that projected here and there along the corridor gave back the glimmer as a tiny spark in the centre of each metal disc.