I was a little ashamed at finding myself at the foot of the various classes, and secretly determined to deserve promotion.

The school was an admirable one.

I might make this part of my story more entertaining by picturing Mr.Grimshaw as a tyrant with a red nose and a large stick; but unfortunately for the purposes of sensational narrative, Mr.Grimshaw was a quiet, kindhearted gentleman.

Though a rigid disciplinarian, he had a keen sense of justice, was a good reader of character, and the boys respected him.

There were two other teachers--a French tutor and a writing-master, who visited the school twice a week.