I shall keep your boys under my own eyes all school-time; and I advise you--" "I don't want thy advice.

Take thyself off!" Jonah saw that to prolong the interview would only make matters worse.
The good father was evidently roused; but whether against him, Jonah, or against Jeffreys, he could scarcely tell.

He departed decidedly crestfallen, and more than half repenting of his amiable expedition.
His misgivings were somewhat relieved next morning when Freddy and Teddy put in an appearance punctually at school-time.

Jonah considered it expedient under the circumstances not to refer to Teddy's mutinous conduct on the preceding day--a determination which afforded great comfort to that young gentleman and which he put down by a mysterious process of reasoning to Jeffreys' good offices on his behalf.
Jonah, however, on this particular morning felt far from comfortable.
It may have been the hot sultry day, or it may have been the general oppression of his own feelings, which gave him a sense of something-- probably a thunderstorm impending.

His class remarked that he was less exacting than usual, and even Jeffreys became aware that his colleague for once in a way was not himself.
The clock had just struck twelve, and the boys were beginning to look forward to their usual break in half an hour's time, when the schoolroom door suddenly opened, and disclosed the broad figure of Mr Rosher, followed at a timid distance by Mrs Trimble.
Jonah's face turned pale; Freddy and Teddy opened their eyes to their widest.