Words passed between George and Mr.Ward during the morning study.

The boy was quite insubordinate and unjust: even his faithful brother cried out, and owned that he was in the wrong.

Mr.Ward kept his temper--to compress, bottle up, cork down, and prevent your anger from present furious explosion, is called keeping your temper--and said he should speak upon this business to Madam Esmond.

When the family met at dinner, Mr.Ward requested her ladyship to stay, and, temperately enough, laid the subject of dispute before her.
He asked Master Harry to confirm what he had said: and poor Harry was obliged to admit all the dominie's statements.
George, standing under his grandfather's portrait by the chimney, said haughtily that what Mr.Ward had said was perfectly correct.
"To be a tutor to such a pupil is absurd," said Mr.Ward, making a long speech, interspersed with many of his usual Scripture phrases, at each of which, as they occurred, that wicked young George smiled, and pished scornfully, and at length Ward ended by asking her honour's leave to retire.
"Not before you have punished this wicked and disobedient child," said Madam Esmond, who had been gathering anger during Ward's harangue, and especially at her son's behaviour.
"Punish!" says George.
"Yes, sir, punish! If means of love and entreaty fail, as they have with your proud heart, other means must be found to bring you to obedience.
I punish you now, rebellious boy, to guard you from greater punishment hereafter.

The discipline of this family must be maintained.