〃Please; miss; it fell off my pen;〃 he whined out; in the
mocking voice that he was so clever in using。 The boys near
snorted with laughter。 For Williams was an actor; he could
tickle the feelings of his hearers subtly。 Particularly he could
tickle the children with him into ridiculing his teacher; or
indeed; any authority of which he was not afraid。 He had that
peculiar gaol instinct。
〃Then you must stay in and finish another page of
position;〃 said the teacher。
This was against her usual sense of justice; and the boy
resented it derisively。 At twelve oclock she caught him
slinking out。
〃Williams; sit down;〃 she said。
And there she sat; and there he sat; alone; opposite to her;
on the back desk; looking up at her with his furtive eyes every
minute。
〃Please; miss; Ive got to go an errand;〃 he called out
insolently。
〃Bring me your book;〃 said Ursula。
The boy came out; flapping his book along the desks。 He had
not written a line。
〃Go back and do the writing you have to do;〃 said Ursula。 And
she sat at her desk; trying to correct books。 She was trembling
and upset。 And for an hour the miserable boy writhed and grinned
in his seat。 At the end of that time he had done five lines。
〃As it is so late now;〃 said Ursula; 〃you will finish the
rest this evening。〃
The boy kicked his way insolently down the passage。
The afternoon came again。 Williams was there; glancing at
her; and her heart beat thick; for she knew it was a fight
between them。 She watched him。
During the geography lesson; as she was pointing to the map
with her cane; the boy continually ducked his whitish head under
the desk; and attracted the attention of other boys。
〃Williams;〃 she said; gathering her courage; for it was
critical now to speak to him; 〃what are you doing?〃