The Welchers resumed their interrupted revel with unabated rejoicing; the melancholy Parretts called for more hot water to eke out the consolations of their teapot; the Limpets turned in again to their preparation, and the seniors to their studies--every one criticising the fight, and wondering how it would have ended, but scarcely one troubling himself much about its merit, and less still about its consequences.
One of these consequences the principals in the engagement were not long in learning.

A message arrived for each, before the evening was over, that they were reported to the doctor, and were to go to his room at nine next morning.
Silk did not get the message till late, as he had been absent most of the evening in Tucker's study, who was an expert at repairing the damage incurred in a pugilistic encounter.
When about bedtime he returned to his own study and found the captain's note lying on the table, he broke out into a state of fury which, to say the least of it, it was well there was no one at hand to witness.
Late as the hour was, he went at once to Riddell's study.
Riddell was half-undressed as his visitor entered.

"What do you want ?" he inquired.
"I want you! Do you mean to say you've reported me to the doctor ?" "Of course.

It was a fight.

I'm bound to report it." "_Bound_ to report it.