"I should like to have put him in a museum: Christian young gentleman, nineteenth century, highly educated.

Stir him up with a long pole, Jack, and hear him swear like a drunken sailor.

He'd make a respectable public open its eyes, I think." "Think he'll tell Jones ?" said Tom.
"No," said East.

"Don't care if he does." "Nor I," said Tom.

And they went back to talk about Arthur.
The young gentleman had brains enough not to tell Jones, reasoning that East and Brown, who were noted as some of the toughest fags in the School, wouldn't care three straws for any licking Jones might give them, and would be likely to keep their words as to passing it on with interest.
After the above conversation, East came a good deal to their study, and took notice of Arthur, and soon allowed to Tom that he was a thorough little gentleman, and would get over his shyness all in good time; which much comforted our hero.