“Well?” said the Head.
“No, sir,” said he, “I couldn’t find any more.”
And his eye fell almost respectfully on the appalling pile already found.
“Thanks,” said the Head. “I am glad. Please take the lesson to-morrow morning.”
He instantly resumed Thucydides.
“Gregson, read and translate,” he said.
Poor Plugs! . . .
At the end the Head got up.
“There is no need to speak to you further,” he said, “because I think you all understand. I may say, however, that any boy found using a crib in the future will be flogged and degraded into the fourth form. You will find it unwise to try. At least I think so.”
He gathered up his gown, and for the first time, apparently, saw the heap of books piled in front of his desk.