A sense of justice was strong within her;
and in setting Tom right, she would not spare Roland, her own son
though he was.
Before William Yorke knew what she was about, she had flown upstairs,
and was down again with her things on. Before he could catch her up,
she was across the Boundaries, entering the cloisters, and knocking at
the door of the college school.
There she broke in upon that interesting investigation, touching the
inked surplice.
Bywater, who seemed to think she had arrived for the sole purpose of
setting at rest the question of the phial's ownership, and not being
troubled with any superfluous ideas of circumlocution, eagerly held out
the pieces to her when she was yards from his desk. "Do you know this,
Lady Augusta? Isn't it Gerald's?"
"Yes, it is Gerald's," replied she. "He took it out of my desk one day
in the summer, though I told him not, and I never could get it back
again. Have you been denying that it was yours?" she sternly added to
Gerald. "Bad luck to you, then, for a false boy. You are going to take
a leaf out of your brother Roland's pattern, are you? Haven't I had
enough of you bad boys on my hands, but there must something fresh come
up about one or the other of you every day that the sun rises? Mr. Pye,
I have come by Roland's wish, and by my own, to set the young Channings
right with the school. You took the seniorship from Tom, believing that
it was his brother Arthur who robbed Mr.
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