’But—­but can’t you realise that if our system brings later—­at any rate—­at a pinch—­a simple understanding—­grammar and Latinity apart—­a mere glimpse of the significance (foul word!) of, we’ll say, one Ode of Horace, one twenty lines of Virgil, we’ve got what we poor devils of ushers are striving after?’

‘And what might that be?’ said Hartopp.

’Balance, proportion, perspective—­life.  Your scientific man is the unrelated animal—­the beast without background.  Haven’t you ever realised that in your atmosphere of stinks?’

‘Meantime you make them lose life for the sake of living, eh?’

’Blind again, Hartopp!  I told you about Paddy’s quotation this morning.  (But he made probrosis a verb, he did!) You yourself heard young Corkran’s reference to maerentes amicos.  It sticks—­a little of it sticks among the barbarians.’

‘Absolutely and essentially Chinese,’ said little Hartopp, who, alone of the common-room, refused to be outfaced by King.  ’But I don’t yet understand how Paddy came to be licked by Winton.  Paddy’s supposed to be something of a boxer.’

‘Beware of vinegar made from honey,’ King replied.  ’Pater, like some other people, is patient and long-suffering, but he has his limits.  The Head is oppressing him damnably, too.  As I pointed out, the boy has practically been in the First Fifteen since term began.’

’But, my dear fellow, I’ve known you give a boy an impot and refuse him leave off games, again and again.’

’Ah, but that was when there was real need to get at some oaf who couldn’t be sensitised in any other way.  Now, in our esteemed Head’s action I see nothing but—­’

The conversation from this point does not concern us.

Meantime Winton, very penitent and especially polite towards Vernon, was being cheered with cocoa in Number Five Study.  They had some difficulty in stemming the flood of his apologies.  He himself pointed out to Vernon that he had attacked a sub-prefect for no reason whatever, and, therefore, deserved official punishment.

‘I can’t think what was the matter with me to-day,’ he mourned.  ’Ever since that blasted mouse-business—­’

‘Well, then, don’t think,’ said Stalky.  ’Or do you want Paddy to make a row about it before all the school?’

Here Vernon was understood to say that he would see Winton and all the school somewhere else.

‘And if you imagine Perowne and Malpass and me are goin’ to give evidence at a prefects’ meeting just to soothe your beastly conscience, you jolly well err,’ said Beetle.  ‘I know what you did.’

‘What?’ croaked Pater, out of the valley of his humiliation.

‘You went Berserk.  I’ve read all about it in Hypatia.’

‘What’s “going Berserk"?’ Winton asked.

‘Never you mind,’ was the reply.  ’Now, don’t you feel awfully weak and seedy?’

‘I am rather tired,’ said Winton, sighing.