The other two are out." "And you two have allowed this noise and disorder to go on for half an hour ?" "We were going to stop it," said Felgate, faltering.
"By looking on and applauding ?" responded the master.

"You forget that from one of my windows everything that goes on here is plainly visible, including those who stand at the door and look on when they ought to know better.

Go to your rooms, you two." "We are in charge of the house, sir," mildly protested Felgate.
"_I_ am in charge of the house," thundered Mr Bickers.

"Obey me, and go." They withdrew, chafing, crestfallen, and very uncomfortable.
"Now," said Mr Bickers, when the door was again closed, "Arthur Herapath, come here." Mr Bickers's knowledge of the names of the boys in other houses was quite phenomenal.

Arthur, with hanging head and thumping heart, slunk forward.
"So, sir," said Mr Bickers, fixing him with his eye, "you are the model boy whom I heard proclaiming as I came in that you could make as much noise as you liked, and called your absent master by an insulting name." "Please, sir," pleaded the unlucky Arthur, "I didn't mean it to be insulting.