He was a usurper, in fact, and however much he tried to persuade himself he was acting solely for the good of Willoughby, he knew those motives were only half sincere.

And in spite of all his efforts, the school was as rowdy as ever.

If he did thrash a batch of juniors one day, or stop some disorderly Limpets of their play, it never seemed to make much impression.

Whereas the one or two rioters whom Riddell had ventured to tackle had somehow distinctly reformed their habits.

How was it?
Bloomfield, as he thought the thing over, was not quite happy.