Galloway. "Mark you, I am not reflecting on the Lord Chancellor's
judgment. I have always said that there were one or two nasty points in
that suit, which the law might get hold of; but I know the whole cause
by heart, from beginning to end; and that money was as much your
father's, as this coat, that I have on, is mine. Tell him I'll come in
one of these fine evenings, and abuse the injustice of our laws with
him,--will you?"

"Yes, sir," replied Arthur.

"What's this row in the college school about a destroyed surplice, and
the boys not getting their holiday through it?" resumed Mr. Galloway.

"Oh, are they not savage!" struck in Roland Yorke. "The first thing Tod
did, when he came home to breakfast, was to fling over his bowl of
coffee, he was in such a passion. Lady Augusta--she came down to
breakfast this morning, for a wonder--boxed his ears, and ordered him
to drink water; but he went into the kitchen, and made a lot of
chocolate for himself."

"What are the particulars? How was it done? I cannot understand it at
all," said Mr. Galloway.

"Bywater left his clean surplice yesterday in the vestry, and some one
threw ink over it--half soaked it in ink, so the choristers told Tom,"
answered Arthur Channing. "In the afternoon--they had service late, you
know, sir, waiting for the judges--Bywater was not in his place to sing
the anthem, and Hurst sang it, and it put the master out very much."

"Put him out all the more that he has no one to punish for it," laughed