CHAPTER TWO.
A FOOTBALL TRAGEDY.
The two days' grace which Mr Frampton had almost reluctantly allowed before putting into execution his new rule of compulsory athletics told very much in his favour.
Bolsover, after the first shock, grew used to the idea and even resigned.

After all, it would be a variety, and things were precious dull as they were.

As to making a rule of it, that was absurd, and Frampton could hardly be serious when he talked of doing so.

But on Saturday, if it was fine, and they felt in the humour--well, they would see about it.
With which condescending resolution they returned to their loafings and novels and secret cigarettes, and tried to forget all about Mr Frampton.
But Mr Frampton had no idea of being forgotten.

He had the schoolmaster's virtue of enthusiasm, but he lacked the schoolmaster's virtue of patience.