"Yes, mamma, I have," answered Harry, "but I didn't begin; they all set on me, and shied balls at me, and said I cribbed, and called me a liar and a coward, and I fought Warburton, and licked him," and then came the English schoolboy's triumphant glance, through his tearful eyes. "Said you cribbed? When, dear? How?" asked Mrs Campbell. "Tell me all about it." And, then, when the two had at length succeeded in quieting Harry, he began his story. Through excitement, it was naturally very confused at first, but, by degrees, he had made everything plain. "But why don't you tell Dr Palmer that it was Egerton's crib? and all that you saw in morning school?" said Mrs Campbell. "Yes," chimed in the doctor's wife, "you can tell him you distinctly saw Egerton using the book." "That's no good, mamma," answered Harry, despondingly. "He wouldn't believe me. He'd say I put it off on Egerton, because he was next me in class." "What _is_ to be done?" said Mrs Bromley. "I quite see what the poor boy means." "Never mind, Harry, dear, tell the truth, as I know you will," said Mrs Campbell, "and it will all go well with you. Egerton will be found out sooner or later, and Dr Palmer will be sorry if he has punished you for nothing." "I shall tell Mr Bromley to go and speak to Dr Palmer. That horrid boy, Egerton! I could give him a good shaking!" said Mrs Bromley, excitedly. "And now, dear Mrs Campbell, I must go. I will try and send you round some grapes in the morning. They will be so good for your thirst. I shall come and see you again soon. Keep up," she added, in a whisper. "Think of what we have been saying. God is but calling you to a better country, and He will guard your motherless boy!" "He will! He will, I know! Good-bye. You are so good and kind to me. Come again soon, won't you?" "Come, Harry," said the doctor's wife, turning to him, "come down with me, and Mrs Valentine will give you your tea." "And ask her to bathe your face, dear boy," added Mrs Campbell, "and put a vinegar pad on it." And then Mrs Bromley, kissing her affectionately, led Harry from the room, looking wistfully at his mother as he went. "Ah, Alan, darling Alan!" she sighed, when she was alone in the silent twilight of the room, "if you were only here, it would be so much easier to die! Just to say good-bye once more. And you'll only see my grave when you come home. Oh, God," she prayed, "forgive me, and take me to Thyself." And then her words grew wandering. "Scotland with uncle Robert--how rough the waves are!--when shall we get to Malta--Alan! Alan! when will Alan come?--Alan, darling, don't be long!--I am so tired!" and so she fell into a broken slumber. CHAPTER IX. HARRY PUT ON TRIAL. The geography paper--Before Dr Palmer--The accusation--Sentenced--The doctor's study--William's reminiscences--The doctor--Enter Egerton--Punishment--A hasty summons--Heart-stricken.