“Expel me?”
“Yes, Wumpf, expel you. So you would do well to turn over a new leaf, and let your dithgratheful nonthenthe go. I wepeat it, put yourself in my place!”
Wilhelm Rumpf lowered his head. He felt that his expulsion was only a matter of time. Suddenly a diabolical thought took possession of his brain.
“If I must get expelled,” he said to himself, “it shall be with flying colours.”
He smiled like the villainous hero of a sensational novel after some dark deed, and said in a tone of simulated humility—
“You say, sir, I should put myself in your place?”
“Yes, Wumpf, that ith what I thay.”
“Well then, seeing you will have it so,—I wish you much pleasure!”
And with a single bound he was outside the door, turned the key, and left the poor professor to his deplorable fate.
“Wumpf! what ith thith you are up to? I’ll exthpel you thith vewy day! Open the door at onthe! At onthe, I thay!”