And who'll be a jolly good riddance of bad rubbish?
Chimpanzee Sarah.

There you are.
Make what you like of it, and don't talk to us." This tirade took my breath away.

I knew it said more than it meant.
Still, it wasn't flattering, and it taxed my affection sorely to sit quietly and hear it out.

But, somehow, to-day I was too anxious and worried to care much what anybody said.
Fortunately the entrance of the doctor, Mr Sharpe, and Mr Jarman, made further discussion for the time being unnecessary--and a gloomy silence fell over the assembly.
Dr England was evidently worried.

Secretly, I believe, he was bored by the whole affair, and wished Mr Sharpe and his prefects could manage the affairs of their own house.