"
"I'll 'point him,'" cried the master, "if I catch the right one."
"Could it have been one of the seniors?" returned the proctor, all his
strong interest awakened.
"It was one who ought to have known better," evasively returned the
master. "I can't stop to talk now, Galloway. I have an errand to do,
and must be back to duty at ten."
He marched off quickly, and Mr. Galloway came indoors again. "Is that
the way you get on with your business, Mr. Yorke?"
Yorke clattered to his desk. "I'll get on with it, sir. I was listening
to what the master said."
"It does not concern you, what he said. It was not one of your brothers
who did it, I suppose?"
"No, that it was not," haughtily spoke Roland Yorke, drawing up his
head with a proud, fierce gesture.
Mr. Galloway withdrew to his private room, and for a few minutes
silence supervened--nothing was to be heard but the scratching of pens.
But Roland Yorke, who had a great antipathy to steady work, and as
great a love for his own tongue, soon began again.
"I say, Channing, what an awful blow the dropping of that expected
money must be for you fellows! I'm blest if I didn't dream of it last
night! If it spoilt my rest, what must it have done by yours!"
"Why! how could you have heard of it last night?" exclaimed Arthur, in
surprise. "I don't think a soul came to our house to hear the news,
except Mr. Yorke: and you were not likely to see him.
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