She fixed her clear dark eyes in a kind of hypnotic stare on Ingred and remarked witheringly: "That will do! I don't allow _any_ girl to speak to me in this fashion! You'll take a cross for conduct as well as losing the five order marks.
You may go to your seat now." Ingred walked back to her desk covered with humiliation.

To be publicly rebuked before the whole form was an unpleasant experience, particularly for a warden.

Beatrice, Francie, and several others were holding up self-righteous noses, though their desks contained an equal assortment of mascots.

Ingred, still seething, made little attempt to listen to the rest of the lecture, and was obliged to pass the questions which came to her afterwards on the subject-matter.

She was heartily thankful when eleven o'clock brought the brief ten minutes "break." "Well, you _have_ been a lunatic this morning!" said Beatrice, passing her, biscuits in hand, in the cloak-room.