"They are high-spirited children, I thank God." Mr. Simeon sighed. "Moreover, as it happened, they wanted my Liddell and Scott to play at forts with."
"Trust me, my dear sir. I will confine myself to the Master's marginalia without spying upon the text."
Brother Copas, as Mr. Simeon yielded to his gentle insistence, laid his own book on the table, and seated himself before the manuscript, which he ran through at great speed.
"H'm—h'm…
here is oxyton—here and always… and
proparoxyton: you have left it unaccented."
"I was waiting to look it up, having some idea that it held a contraction."
Brother Copas dipped pen and inserted the accent without comment.