"I didn't, sir.

I was as bad as he was, I suppose, and I thought it good fun, but I shouldn't have told all those lies if he hadn't made me.

There, they were all lies! Now you can punish me if you like." "Leave the room!" said Sir Francis again; and he stood pointing to the door as the brothers went out, looking miserably crestfallen.
Then the door closed, and the silence was broken by a sharp cry, a scuffle, the sound of blows, and a fall, accompanied by the smashing of some vessel on the stone floor.
Sir Francis strode out into the hall, and there was a hubbub of voices, and I heard Philip cry passionately: "Yes; I did hit him.

He began on me, and I'll do it again--a coward!" Then there was a low murmur for a few minutes, and Sir Francis came back into the library and stood by the table, with the light shining on his great silver moustache; and I thought what a fine, handsome, fierce old fellow he looked as he stood frowning there for quite a minute without speaking.

Then, turning to Mr Solomon, he said quickly: "I beg your pardon, Brownsmith.