“Are you still sick, Coulter?”
“Why—er—the pain seems better now, sir. I guess I scared it away!” And the guilty cadet smiled faintly.
“Indeed! Well, why did you leave the store-room by way of the window?”
“Because while we were inside somebody came and locked the door on us.”
“Oh! Some other students, I presume.”
“Yes, sir. It was too dark for us to see who they were.”
“And you went down for nothing but lemons, eh?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, you go straight to bed, and after this, if you want any lemons you call one of the servants or teachers; do you hear?”
“Yes, sir.”