Oh, please!" Railsford blew out the match and told the boy to get up.
"I never did it before," whimpered Bateson--it was hardly necessary to say that.

"I didn't know it was any harm.

Felgate said it would do me good.

Please, Mr Railsford, may I put it in the fire?
I'll never touch such a beastly thing again." And as Railsford said nothing to prevent it, he flung the origin of his evils into the fire.
"Now go to your room," said the master.

"And don't be so foolish again." Bateson departed, marvelling that he had not been thrashed for his crime, but pretty effectually cured of any ambition to renew his narcotic experiments.