All the same, he did his work: he was the good old fellow at games, considerate in school affairs, kind to the youngsters; he was heard to laugh.

He liked best the company of his little French friend from Orthez, over whose shoulder his hand was laid sometimes as they strolled and chatted in two languages.

He really went a long way to make French fellows popular, and the boys were sorry that little Emile was off to finish his foreign education in Germany.

His English was pretty good, thanks to Matey.

He went away, promising to remember Old England, saying he was French first, and a Briton next.