“Yes; Mr. Saunders tells me that his father had a gentle disposition, and thinks the son may resemble him in that respect. His father was a clergyman.”
“I don’t think so. I, too, am the son of a clergyman; but I hope I have some spirit.”
“I am very sure you have. Anyone could tell that from your manner and bearing.”
“Did you continue at the school till your education was finished?”
“No. My father withdrew me, partly because the doctor got ‘down on me,’ as the saying is, and partly because he was led to think the pupils didn’t learn much.”
“I suppose you don’t revere the memory of your old teacher?”
“I have often wished that I could get hold of him and repay with interest some of the floggings which I received from him as a boy.”
Guy was glad to have obtained, before arriving in England, some information in regard to the school which Vivian Bell was attending. Now that he knew for certain that the complaints the boy made were justified, he was in a hurry to release him from the tyrannical rule under which he was suffering.
“When I go out to Dr. Musgrave’s school, Mr. Locke,” he said, “I wish you would come with me.”