Where's the use of that?"
"It is of no use," decided Gaunt. "You say you did not see the surplice
damaged?"
"I did not; upon my word of honour."
"That's enough," said Gaunt. "Depend upon it, the fellow, while he was
at it, took precious good precautions against being seen. When he gets
found out, he had better not come within reach of the seniors; I warn
him of that: they might not leave him a head on his shoulders, or a
tooth in his mouth."
"Suppose it should turn out to have been a senior, Mr. Gaunt?" spoke
Bywater.
"Suppose you should turn out to be an everlasting big donkey?" retorted
the senior boy.
CHAPTER V.
ROLAND YORKE.
Just without the Boundaries, in a wide, quiet street, called Close
Street, was the office of Richard Galloway, Esquire, Proctor, and
Steward to the Dean and Chapter. Excepting for this solitary office,
the street consisted of private houses, and it was one of the
approaches to the cathedral, though not the chief one. Mr. Galloway was
a bachelor; a short, stout man, shaped like a cask, with a fat, round
face, round, open, grey eyes--that always looked as if their owner was
in a state of wonder--and a little round mouth. But he was a shrewd man
and a capable; he was also, in his way, a dandy; dressed scrupulously
in the fashion, with delicate shirt fronts and snow-white wristbands;
and for the last twenty-five years, at least, had been a mark for all
the single ladies of Helstonleigh to set their caps at.
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