I did not expect it of you, but I regret it less on your account than on account of the school, to whom you have set a bad example.

You may go." The doctor spoke in tones of unwonted anger, not unmixed with scorn.

He rarely "flared up," but when he did it was always uncomfortable for those against whom his wrath was roused.
The deputation slunk off sheepishly, carrying their petition with them, and too glad to get out of the angry presence of the head master to think of anything else.
The doctor may have been right, and probably was right in thus summarily extinguishing the petition and the petitioners.

But he had done it in a manner which was hardly calculated to smooth matters.
Indeed, when the deputation reported their bad success to the monitors who awaited them, the general feeling was far more one of anger at being snubbed than of repentance for having done a foolish thing.
"If Paddy had only taken the trouble to read the thing through," said Ashley, "and honour us with one or two reasons for not doing what we asked, it wouldn't have been so bad." "As it is he's as good as told us to mind our own business and he'll mind his," said Tipper, little thinking how exactly he had described the case.
"If we're not to be allowed to say a word about the management of the school," said Game, "I don't see what right he has to expect us to do his work for him, and keep order." "Oh, it won't do to resign or anything of that sort," said Ashley.
"That would be like funking it altogether." "He'll soon find his mistake out, never fear," said another.

"He won't listen to us, but he can't help believing his own eyes." "Yes, it can't go on for long," said Tipper.