On the whole I rather liked Hawkesbury.
The summer term was again drawing to a close, and for fear, I suppose, lest the fact should convey any idea of pleasure to our minds, the Henniker was down on us more than ever.

The cane was in constant requisition, and Mr Ladislaw was always being summoned up to administer chastisement.
Even Hawkesbury, who generally managed to escape reproach, came in for her persecution now and then.
One day, I remember, we were all in class, and she for some reason quitted the room, leaving Mr Hashford in charge.
Now, no one minded Mr Hashford very much.

He was a good-natured fellow, who did his best to please both us and his mistress; but he was "Henpecked," we could see, like all the rest of us, and we looked upon him more as a big schoolfellow than as a master, and minded him accordingly.

We therefore accepted the Henniker's departure as a signal for leaving off work and seizing the opportunity to loosen our tongues and look about us.

Hawkesbury happened to be sitting next to me.