Would have ruled
the boys well and firmly, though without oppression. Yes, we lose a
good senior in Tom Channing."
There was no more to be said. Mr. Huntley felt that the master was
thoroughly decided; and for the other matter, touching Yorke, he had
done with it until the time of appointment. As he went musing on, he
began to think that Mr. Pye might be right with regard to depriving Tom
of the seniorship, however unjust it might appear to Tom himself. Mr.
Huntley remembered that not one of the boys, except Gaunt, had
mentioned Tom Channing's name in his recent encounter with them; they
had spoken of the injustice of exalting Yorke over _Harry Huntley_. He
had not noticed it at the time.
He proceeded to Lady Augusta's, and Constance was informed of his
visit. She had three pupils at Lady Augusta's now, for that lady had
kindly insisted that Constance should bring Annabel to study with her
daughters, during the absence of Mrs. Channing. Constance left them to
themselves and entered the drawing-room. Pretty Constance! so fresh, so
lovely, in her simple muslin dress, and her braided hair. Mr. Huntley
caught her hands, and imprinted a very fatherly kiss upon her fair
forehead.
"That is from the absentees, Constance. I told them I should give it to
you. And I bring you the bravest news, my dear. Mr. Channing was
already finding benefit from his change; he was indeed. There is every
hope that he will be restored.
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