No answer.
"Who is the head boy of the form ?" said he, waxing wroth.
"Arthur, sir," answered three or four boys, indicating our friend.
"Oh, your name's Arthur.

Well, now, what is the length of your regular lesson ?" Arthur hesitated a moment, and then said, "We call it only forty lines, sir." "How do you mean--you call it ?" "Well, sir, Mr.Graham says we ain't to stop there when there's time to construe more." "I understand," said the master.--"Williams, go down three more places, and write me out the lesson in Greek and English.

And now, Arthur, finish construing." "Oh! would I be in Arthur's shoes after fourth lesson ?" said the little boys to one another; but Arthur finished Helen's speech without any further catastrophe, and the clock struck four, which ended third lesson.
Another hour was occupied in preparing and saying fourth lesson, during which Williams was bottling up his wrath; and when five struck, and the lessons for the day were over, he prepared to take summary vengeance on the innocent cause of his misfortune.
Tom was detained in school a few minutes after the rest, and on coming out into the quadrangle, the first thing he saw was a small ring of boys, applauding Williams, who was holding Arthur by the collar.
"There, you young sneak," said he, giving Arthur a cuff on the head with his other hand; "what made you say that--" "Hullo!" said Tom, shouldering into the crowd; "you drop that, Williams; you shan't touch him." "Who'll stop me ?" said the Slogger, raising his hand again.
"I," said Tom; and suiting the action to the word he struck the arm which held Arthur's arm so sharply that the Slogger dropped it with a start, and turned the full current of his wrath on Tom.
"Will you fight ?" "Yes, of course." "Huzza! There's going to be a fight between Slogger Williams and Tom Brown!" The news ran like wildfire about, and many boys who were on their way to tea at their several houses turned back, and sought the back of the chapel, where the fights come off.
"Just run and tell East to come and back me," said Tom to a small School-house boy, who was off like a rocket to Harrowell's, just stopping for a moment to poke his head into the School-house hall, where the lower boys were already at tea, and sing out, "Fight! Tom Brown and Slogger Williams." Up start half the boys at once, leaving bread, eggs, butter, sprats, and all the rest to take care of themselves.

The greater part of the remainder follow in a minute, after swallowing their tea, carrying their food in their hands to consume as they go.

Three or four only remain, who steal the butter of the more impetuous, and make to themselves an unctuous feast.
In another minute East and Martin tear through the quadrangle, carrying a sponge, and arrive at the scene of action just as the combatants are beginning to strip.
Tom felt he had got his work cut out for him, as he stripped off his jacket, waistcoat, and braces.