'Indeed, I'm not. I used to give lessons to the Master of Scone.
'Well, you won't be able to teach me much, said Beste‑Chetwynde cheerfully. 'I only do it to get off gym. I say, they haven't given you a napkin. These servants are too awful. Philbrick, he shouted to the butler, 'why haven't you given Mr Pennyfeather a napkin?
'Forgot, said Philbrick, 'and it's too late because Miss Fagan's locked the linen up.
'Nonsense! said Beste‑Chetwynde; 'go and get one at once. That man's all right, really, he added, 'only he wants watching.
In a few minutes Philbrick returned with the napkin.
'It seems to me that you're a remarkably intelligent boy, said Paul.
'Captain Grimes doesn't think so. He says I'm half-witted. I'm glad you're not like Captain Grimes. He's so common, don't you think?
'You mustn't talk about the other masters like that in front of me.
'Well that's what we all think about him, ariyway. What's more, he wears combinations. I saw it in his, washing‑book one day when I was fetching him his hat. I think combinations are rather awful, don't you?
There was a commotion at the end of the hall.