That he would be the first to do it if he remembered, I
knew."
"As if I should forget that, sir!" responded Mr. Harry. "Why, I could
no more live, with Channing under me now, than I could let any one of
the others be above me. And I am not sorry," added the young gentleman,
_sotto voce_. "If the seniorship is a great honour, it is also a great
bother. Here, Channing, take the keys."
He flung them across the desk as he spoke; he was proceeding to fling
the roll also, and two or three other sundries which belong to the
charge of the senior boy, but was stopped by the head-master.
"Softly, Huntley! I don't know that I can allow this wholesale changing
of places and functions."
"Oh yes, you can, sir," said Harry, with a bright look. "If I committed
any unworthy act, I should be degraded from the seniorship, and another
appointed. The same thing can be done now, without the degradation."
"He deserves a recompense," said Mr. Huntley to the master. "But this
will be no recompense; it is Channing's due. He will make you a better
senior than Harry, Mr. Pye. And now," added Mr. Huntley, improving upon
the whole, "there will be no necessity to separate the seniorship from
the Oxford exhibition."
It was rather a free and easy mode of dealing with the master's
privileges, and Mr. Pye relaxed into a smile. In good truth, his sense
of justice had been inwardly burning since the communication made by
Lady Augusta.
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