“Yes, I think so. We shall see, sir, just how.”
“Yes, we shall see.” And still musing, the Doctor turned away.
Morris stayed on for a long time watching the boys on the playing-fields.
The Head Master had turned as he was about to enter the Old School and glanced again at his younger colleague, and a smile of quiet affection and satisfaction stole over his keen kindly face.
CHAPTER X
FINCH
One stormy night in the early autumn, two years after the events narrated in the last chapter, a group of masters were sitting in their common-room at Deal School. Supper was just concluded; a cheerful fire burned on the hearth, and the crackling of the flames was a pleasing contrast to the roar of the wind and the dashing of the rain without. Two of the masters were playing chess under the light of a lamp, the others were sitting before the fire, smoking and talking.