Julian was really frightened, and burst out crying, in dread that his various misdemeanors would at length be brought to light. “Only once or twice, and merely for a lark, without any harm in it,” he answered, as soon as he could bring out his words. “If you will overlook it this time, sir, Digby and I won’t do it again—that I promise; indeed we won’t, sir.”
“I conclude that you will not,” said Mr Nugent, drily. “However, I do not consider it at all a slight thing to have my young gentlemen running about the country at midnight, and laying themselves open to such accusations as have been brought against you to-night. You ran as great a risk of having an accusation brought against you of being concerned in a burglary, or in the robbery of a hen-roost. And listen to me, Julian Langley, I deeply regret that I cannot trust your word, and I am not at all satisfied that you will be proved innocent of the crime of which Sutton says you are guilty. Now, go to bed, and pray that you may have a new heart put into you.”
“But Digby, sir, you’ll forgive him, may he not come up and go to bed,” said Julian, making a mighty effort to speak, for he thought that everything would depend on his being able to put Digby up to what he should say.
“Certainly not,” answered Mr Nugent, who divined his motive. “I cannot allow you and Digby again to associate till this mystery is cleared up. Pull off your clothes and jump into bed.”
Mr Nugent having taken possession of the rope, and shut, the window, took the candle, and walked away, leaving Julian to his meditations, or to sleep if he could. His meditations could not have been of a pleasant character, though it was not so much the folly of his conduct as the fear of the consequences which annoyed him. At last he fell asleep. Meantime Mr Nugent went back to his nephew.
“Digby,” he said, looking gravely at him, “you have often been thoughtless and idle, but I have ever found you truthful; I trust that you will be so on this occasion. Tell me what you know about this matter.”
“I will tell you about my share in it, uncle, but I hope you will let Julian answer for himself. All the fellows say that there is nothing so bad as one fellow peaching against another, and I don’t want to do it,” answered Digby, firmly.
Mr Nugent was too well acquainted with schoolboy notions of honour and morality to be surprised at this speech.
“But it is also very bad to shield the guilty, as in that way vice is encouraged and crime escapes its proper punishment,” he remarked. “However, let me hear what you have got to say. One thing is very certain, both you and he were doing what you should not have done, in leaving the house at night. Go on.”
“Then, uncle, all I have to say is, that Julian went out and asked me to sit up for him and let him in. I did, but he was longer absent than I expected, and so I got out of the window and took the road I thought he had gone to try and find him, fearing that some accident might have happened to him. I met him coming back, and just as we got near the house that man Sutton caught hold of us.”