Just as they passed out, Mr.Witworth, the usher, approached Louis, and asked him if he could lend him a pencil.

Louis laid his pen down, and began to search his pockets for a pencil he knew should be there, when he was startled by the ejaculation of the master: "Hey!--what!--This is it, is it?
So I have found you out, sir." Louis looked up in alarm.

"Found me out, sir ?" he said, in a terrified tone: "what have I done ?" "Done!" exclaimed Mr.Witworth,--"done, indeed: what are you doing there ?" "My exercise, sir." "To be sure, to be sure.

What's the meaning of this, sir ?" and he held up the key.

"What have you done, indeed!--you hoped that it was nicely concealed, I dare say.