Stephen swallowed down the thing in his throat and said:

―I broke my glasses, sir.

The rector opened his mouth and said:

―O!

Then he smiled and said:

―Well, if we broke our glasses we must write home for a new pair.

―I wrote home, sir, said Stephen, and Father Arnall said I am not to study till they come.

―Quite right! said the rector.

Stephen swallowed down the thing again and tried to keep his legs and his voice from shaking.

―But, sir⁠ ⁠…