It's my impression I know as well how to behave now as I am likely to do when I am twenty-one." "That is a reflection in advance on my dealings with you during the next two years," said the tutor with a grin, as he swung himself half round on the piano-stool so as to get his hand within reach of the keys.
"I don't mind _you_," said the boy, "but I hope this Cousin Edward, or whoever he is, won't try to `deal' with me too." "I am informed he is virtue and amiability itself," said the tutor.
"If he is, all serene.

I'll take my walks abroad with one little hand in yours, and the other in his, like a good boy.

If he's not, there'll be a row, Armstrong.

In anticipation of which I feel in the humour for a turn at the foils." So they adjourned into the big empty room dedicated to the manly sports of the man and his boy, and there for half an hour a mortal combat raged, at the end of which Roger pulled off his mask and said, panting-- "Where did you learn foils, Armstrong?
For a year I've been trying to run you through the body, and I've never even yet scratched your arm." "I fenced a good deal at Oxford." "Ah! I wonder if I shall ever go to Oxford?
This will cuts me out of that nicely." "Not at all.

How ?" "Well, you can't be my tutor here while I'm an undergraduate there, can you?
I'd sooner give up Oxford than you, Armstrong." "Kind of you--wrong of you too, perhaps.