“Quarrels are very painful to me,” said he. “I wish every one to live in harmony under my roof. I will not deny Mr. Percival Manners had provocation, but I wish to find a man who can raise himself above provocation, and sacrifice his own feelings for the sake of peace and concord.”
“I will do my best, sir.”
“You cannot say more, Mr. Weld. In that case I shall expect you to-night, if you can get your things ready so soon.”
I not only succeeded in getting my things ready, but I found time to call at the Benedict Club in Piccadilly, where I knew that I should find Manners if he were still in town. There he was sure enough in the smoking-room, and I questioned him, over a cigarette, as to his reasons for throwing up his recent situation.
“You don’t tell me that you are going to Dr. Phelps McCarthy’s Academy?” he cried, staring at me in surprise. “My dear chap, it’s no use. You can’t possibly remain there.”
“But I saw him, and he seemed the most courtly, inoffensive fellow. I never met a man with more gentle manners.”
“He! oh, he’s all right. There’s no vice in him. Have you seen Theophilus St. James?”
“I have never heard the name. Who is he?”
“Your colleague. The other master.”
“No, I have not seen him.”