Whereupon, I demanded, with profound gravity, whether _gemini_ did not mean twins, and if the twins were not Castor and Pollux--and if he knew (who knew so much better than I) whether or no there might not be some word in the Latin language, besides _gemini_, signifying twins; and that if it was his opinion that I was quizzing, he had better do his lesson himself.

He looked hard, and, thinking I was offended, begged pardon; and believing that _jubes_ was Castor and Pollux, we got on quite famously--and he was quite reassured when we turned from the descriptive to the historical, beginning with _Aeneas sic orsus infandum_--Aeneas was such a horrid bear." "Didn't you tell him of his mistake ?" asked Louis, who could not help laughing.
"What! spoil the fun and the lesson I meant to give him ?--not I." "Well, what then, Frank ?" said Reginald.
"Why, imagine old Whitworth's surprise, when, confident in the free translation of a first-class man, Oars flowed on as glibly as the waters; Whitworth heard him to the end in his old dry way, and then asked him where he got that farrago of nonsense;--I think he was promoted to the society of dunces instanter, and learns either Delectus or Eutropius now.

Of course, he never applied again to me." Louis did not express his opinion that Frank was ill-natured, though he thought so, in spite of the hearty laugh with which his story was greeted.

When he turned again to his lesson, he found his book had been abstracted.
"I tell you what," cried Reginald, fiercely, "I won't have Louis tormented--who has taken his book?
It's you, Ferrers, I am sure." "I! did you ever!" replied that young gentleman.

"I appeal to you, Digby--did you see me touch his book ?" "I did not, certainly," said Frank.
"Give me the book," exclaimed Reginald, jumping upon the table, "give me the book, and let's have no more such foolery." "Get down, Mortimer, you're not transparent," cried several voices.
Reginald, however, paid no attention to the command, but pouncing upon Ferrers at a vantage, threw him backwards off the form, tumbling over his prostrate foe, and in his descent bringing down books, inkstand, papers, and one of the candles, in glorious confusion.
"What's the row!" exclaimed Salisbury, adding an expression more forcible than elegant; and, starting from his seat, he pulled Reginald by main force from his adversary, with whom he was now struggling on the floor, and at the same instant the remaining candle was extinguished.
Louis was almost stunned by the noise that ensued: some taking his brother's part, and some that of Ferrers, while, in the dark, friend struggled and quarrelled with friend as much as foe, no one attempting to quell the tumult, until the door was suddenly burst open, and Hamilton with Trevannion and two or three from the school-room entered.