'Oh, decidedly, Headmaster.'
'Quite the sort of thing—ha, ha!—that you or I might have done—er—at his age?'
'Oh, quite.'
'Then you shall write me twenty lines of Virgil, Mulliner, and we will say no more about it.'
The bishop sprang from his chair.
'Mulliner! Did you say Mulliner?'
'Yes.'
'I have a secretary of that name. Are you, by any chance, a relation of his, my lad?'
'Sir, yes, sir. Brother.'
'Oh!' said the bishop.