I wished she could have seen me.

I got a terrible blow on the eye, but I gave him two, and caused him to regret audibly that he had spoken disparagingly of my cruel fair.
Next morning a note came to my mother.
"Please tell your boy I shall be in this afternoon." In fear and trembling I presented myself, and confronted not Miss Steele but Miss Bousfield, who addressed me in terse and forcible language, and gave me to understand that I was a person of extremely second-rate character and attainments.

I acknowledged it, but hoped for an opportunity of improving her impressions.
"I shall leave it to Miss Steele to do as she thinks best," said the head mistress.

"I am sorry indeed her time has been wasted over a worthless pupil.

You had better wait till she comes." I waited grimly, like a culprit for the jury.