"You know that it is against rules for boys to smoke here." "I wasn't smoking," said Felgate.
"No.

You encouraged another boy to do what you dared not do yourself; that is hardly creditable in a prefect." Felgate shifted his ground.
"There's nothing wrong in smoking," said he; "lots of fellows do it." "I do it myself," said Railsford bluntly, "but what has that to do with this matter?
You, as a monitor, are on your honour to observe the rules of the school, and see that others observe them.

You break them yourself, and encourage others to break them.

Is there nothing wrong in that ?" Felgate said nothing, and jauntily took up a book.
"Put down that book, and bring me all the cigars or tobacco you have, at once." Railsford said this quietly and firmly.

He had lost his shy, hesitating manner with his prefects; and now, when, for the first time, he was in collision with one of their number, he showed himself a stronger man than Felgate, at any rate, had given him credit for being.