The rumour of the arrival of "a new fellow" circulated with rapidity
through the inmates of Burnsley Vicarage, and about fifty young devils
were preparing to quiz the newcomer, when the school-room door opened,
and Mr. Dallas, accompanied by Vivian, entered.

"A dandy, by Jove!" whispered St. Leger Smith. "What a knowing set
out!" squeaked Johnson secundus. "Mammy-sick!" growled Barlow primus.
This last exclamation was, however, a scandalous libel, for certainly no
being ever stood in a pedagogue's presence with more perfect sang froid,
and with a bolder front, than did, at this moment, Vivian Grey.

One principle in Mr. Dallas's system was always to introduce a new-comer
in school-hours. He was thus carried immediately in medias res, and the
curiosity of his co-mates being in a great degree satisfied at the time
when that curiosity could not personally annoy him, the new-comer was,
of course, much better prepared to make his way when the absence of the
ruler became a signal for some oral communication with "the arrival."

However, in the present instance the young savages at Burnsley Vicarage
had caught a Tartar; and in a very few days Vivian Grey was decidedly
the most popular fellow in the school. He was "so dashing! so devilish
good-tempered! so completely up to everything!" The magnates of the land
were certainly rather jealous of his success, but their very sneers bore
witness to his popularity. "Cursed puppy," whispered St. Leger Smith.
"Thinks himself knowing," squeaked Johnson secundus. "Thinks himself
witty," growled Barlow primus.

Notwithstanding this cabal, days rolled on at Burnsley Vicarage only to