―Of course he did! cried the prefect of studies, of course he did! A born idler! I can see it in the corner of his eye.

He banged his pandybat down on the desk and cried:

―Up, Fleming! Up, my boy!

Fleming stood up slowly.

―Hold out! cried the prefect of studies.

Fleming held out his hand. The pandybat came down on it with a loud smacking sound: one, two, three, four, five, six.

―Other hand!

The pandybat came down again in six loud quick smacks.

―Kneel down! cried the prefect of studies.