“Yes, sir.”
“To-day.”
“Yes, sir.”
The head-master swung round on him angrily. He had always liked Marlay.
“Look here, Marlay, you’ve spoilt a good thing, and at the last moment! You’re a damn fool, sir!”
“I know, sir. I’m sorry.” It sounded so lame!
“Don’t lie, Marlay. You are not sorry. You are glad to go.”
Ivor fumbled.
“I’m sorry, sir, to have disappointed you,” he muttered weakly.
The head-master paced the room. Then again, suddenly, he swung round on him; and, small though he was, he seemed to tower above the boy’s drooping figure.