Now, for all that we hated Maskew, yet were we glad enough to see him there, as hoping for something strange to vary the sameness of school, and scenting a disturbance in the air.

Only Grace was ill at ease for fear her father should say something unseemly, and kept her head down with shocks of hair falling over her book, though I could see her blushing between them.

So in vapours Maskew, and with an angry glance about him makes straight for the desk where our master sits at the top of the room.
For a moment Mr.Glennie, being shortsighted, did not see who 'twas; but as his visitor drew near, rose courteously to greet him.
'Good day to you, Mister Maskew,' says he, holding out his hand.
But Maskew puts his arms behind his back and bubbles out, 'Hold not out your hand to me lest I spit on it.

'Tis like your snivelling cant to write sweet psalms for smuggling rogues and try to frighten honest men with your judgements.' At first Mr.Glennie did not know what the other would be at, and afterwards understanding, turned very pale; but said as a minister he would never be backward in reproving those whom he considered in the wrong, whether from the pulpit or from the gravestone.

Then Maskew flies into a great passion, and pours out many vile and insolent words, saying Mr.Glennie is in league with the smugglers and fattens on their crimes; that the poetry is a libel; and that he, Maskew, will have the law of him for calumny.
After that he took Grace by the arm, and bade her get hat and cape and come with him.