The prefect looked for a moment as if he would resist.

Then he sullenly went to his locker and produced a case containing four cigars.
"These are all you have ?" Felgate nodded.
"They are confiscated by the rules of the school," said Railsford.
"They will be returned to you after breaking-up.

I wish I were able to return them to you now, and rely on your honour not to repeat your offence." "I don't want them back," said Felgate, with a sneer.

"You may smoke them yourself, sir." He repented of the insult before it had left his lips.

Railsford, however, ignored it, and quietly taking the cigars from the case, took them away with him, leaving the case on the table.