It was all right in his time." "Why, yes, you see, then the strongest and best fellows were in the sixth, and the fifth-form fellows were afraid of them, and they kept good order; but now our sixth-form fellows are too small, and the fifth don't care for them, and do what they like in the house." "And so we get a double set of masters," cried Tom indignantly--"the lawful ones, who are responsible to the Doctor at any rate, and the unlawful, the tyrants, who are responsible to nobody." "Down with the tyrants!" cried East; "I'm all for law and order, and hurrah for a revolution." "I shouldn't mind if it were only for young Brooke now," said Tom; "he's such a good-hearted, gentlemanly fellow, and ought to be in the sixth.
I'd do anything for him.

But that blackguard Flashman, who never speaks to one without a kick or an oath--" "The cowardly brute," broke in East--"how I hate him! And he knows it too; he knows that you and I think him a coward.

What a bore that he's got a study in this passage! Don't you hear them now at supper in his den?
Brandy-punch going, I'll bet.

I wish the Doctor would come out and catch him.

We must change our study as soon as we can." "Change or no change, I'll never fag for him again," said Tom, thumping the table.
"Fa-a-a-ag!" sounded along the passage from Flashman's study.