He is incomparably more clever." "I cannot believe it, Captain Mallett." "It is quite true, Bertha, and to add to it all, he is a remarkably handsome fellow, a first-rate talker, and when he pleases can make himself wonderfully popular." "He must be a perfect Crichton, Captain Mallett." "The worst of it is, Bertha, although I am ashamed of myself for thinking so, I have never been able to divest myself of the idea that he did not play fair.

There were two or three queer things that happened at school in which he was always suspected of having had a hand, though it was never proved.

I was always convinced that he used cribs, and partly owed his place to them.

I was jealous enough to believe that the Latin verses he sent in were written for him by Rigby, who was one of the monitors, and a great dab at verses.

Rigby was a great chum of his, for he was a mean fellow, and my rival was always well supplied with money, and to do him justice, liberal with it.
"Then, just before we left school, he carried off the prize in swimming.