I looked down at my boots.
"Which would you rather have, their contempt or mine?"
"Theirs, sir."
Radley was quite moved when I answered him thus; and it was a little while before he proceeded:
"I might have stopped your access to Mr. Fillet's study by telling you that the head master was waiting for you there. But I wanted you to stop from your own high motives, and not from fear. Come along now; we'll go together."
We ascended the stairs to the study and entered. Salome at once raised his long figure from his seat and, pointing at my tie, said:
"Ee, bless me, my man, you're very slovenly; put your tie straight."
I blushed and did so.
Then he turned to Radley.
"Did you find him in the right disposition?"