“But thothe boyth!” he stammered, turning pale. “When thothe boyth hear how I wath impwithoned at the cawcer! Fearful thought! I might ath well give up my authowity ath a teacher at onthe. And they will hear it. There ith no help faw it! Ye godth, ye godth, why do ye thmite me thus?”
“Herr Professor,” whispered a familiar voice at the door of the cell, “you are not yet dishonoured. Your authority is as unassailable as ever——”
“Wumpf!” muttered Samuel; “you godleth fellow you! Open that door, I thay, thith minute! Conthider your earth boxed! Conthider yourthelf expelled!”
“Herr Professor, I’ve come to save you! Do not insult me!”
“To thave me? What impertinenthe! Open the door, or I’ll——”
“Will you hear me speak, Herr Professor? I assure you all will end well.”
Samuel considered.
“Vewy well,” he said at last; “I’ll condethend to hear you. Thpeak——”
“I only wanted to show you that my art is not quite without practical import. Forgive me if in doing so I have seemingly left out of consideration the very high esteem and respect in which I am happily conscious of always having held you!”
“You are a wogue, Wumpf!”