He could hardly speak, though, for emotion, and the tears which were ready to start.
"No," said the Major, "but your father's very ill.

Go and pack your trunk directly; I have got a postchaise at the gate." Pen went off quickly to his boarding-house to do as his uncle bade him; and the Doctor, now left alone in the schoolroom, came out to shake hands with his old schoolfellow.

You would not have thought it was the same man.

As Cinderella at a particular hour became, from a blazing and magnificent Princess, quite an ordinary little maid in a grey petticoat, so, as the clock struck one, all the thundering majesty and awful wrath of the schoolmaster disappeared.
"There is nothing serious, I hope," said the Doctor.

"It is a pity to take the boy away unless there is.