"He prefers being flogged to fighting, sir,
I dare say. May I offer you any refreshment, Mr.? I haven't the advantage
of your name."
"My name is Wapshot, sir, and I am Master of the Grammar School of this
town, sir," cried the other: "and I want no refreshment, sir, I thank
you, and have no desire to make your acquaintance, sir."
"I didn't seek yours, sir, I'm sure," replied Mr. Foker. "In affairs of
this sort, you see, I think it is a pity that the clergy should be called
in, but there's no accounting for tastes, sir."
"I think it's a pity that boys should talk about committing murder, sir,
as lightly as you do," roared the Schoolmaster; "and if I had you in my
school----"
"I dare say you would teach me better, sir," Mr. Foker said, with a bow.
"Thank you, sir. I've finished my education, sir, and ain't a-going back
to school, sir--when I do, I'll remember your kind offer, sir. John, show
this gentleman downstairs--and, of course, as Mr. Hobnell likes being
thrashed, we can have no objection, sir, and we shall be very happy to
accommodate him, whenever he comes our way.
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