Note, 12th December.—I may speak now. I have left the place and don't mind. I say then at once, and without caring twopence for the consequences, that I saw this woman, this mother of the boys, eating jam with a spoon out of Master Wiggins's trunk in the box-room; and of this I am ready to take an affidavit any day.
A TRAGEDY.
THIS DRAMA OUGHT TO BE REPRESENTED IN ABOUT SIX CUTS.
[The School is hushed. Lawrence the Prefect, and Custos of the rods, is marching after the Doctor into the operating-room. Master Backhouse is about to follow.]
[Original]
Master Backhouse. It's all very well, but you see if I don't pay you out after school—you sneak, you.