"Take him to Miss Simpson, Barclay," said the Doctor.

"He is a delicate little fellow." -- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Wasn't there a fellow called something Curtius, who saved a city once ?" said a first-form boy, in a whisper.
"Yes; he leaped into a gulf." "Well, that's what Haggart's done," said the boy.
"Rot!" said the other boy, still whispering.
-- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Nothing seemed very clear to Haggart's mind as he slowly undressed in the cold, unused room.

His brain was worried and confused.

He wished he could have had the light of the Doctor's clear mind upon it, but, of course, that was impossible.
"If he _is_ waxy, he's always just," he found himself saying out loud; and then, just before he went to sleep, "but, at any rate, I can bear it better." There is no need to dwell upon the weeks that followed.

Haggart took his punishment bravely enough, but that time was always, in after-life, a hideous memory to him.