Henry in vain attempted to discover by whom the bottle of vitriolic acid
had been taken out of its place. Suspicion naturally fell upon Forester,
who, by his own account, was the last person in the room before the
presses had been locked for the night. Forester, in warm terms, asserted,
that he knew nothing of the matter. Dr. Campbell coolly observed, that
Forester ought not to be surprised at being suspected upon this occasion;
because every body had the greatest reason to suspect the person, whom
they had detected in one _practical joke,_ of planning another.

"Joke!" said Forester, looking down upon his lifeless favourite; "do you
think me capable of such cruelty? Do you doubt my truth?" exclaimed
Forester, haughtily. "You are unjust. Turn me out of your house this
instant. I do not desire your protection, if I have forfeited your
esteem."

"Go to bed for to-night in my house," said Dr. Campbell; "moderate your
enthusiasm, and reflect coolly upon what has passed."

Dr. Campbell, as Forester indignantly withdrew, said, with a benevolent
smile, as he looked after him, "He wants nothing but a little common
sense. Henry, you must give him a little of yours."

In the morning, Forester first went to inquire how the dancing-master had
slept, and then knocked impatiently at Dr. Campbell's door.

"My father is not awake," said Henry; but Forester marched directly up to
the side of the bed, and, drawing back the curtain with no gentle hand,
cried, with a loud voice, "Dr. Campbell, I am come to beg your pardon. I
was angry when I said you were unjust."