"What?"
"Yes, sir."
"This is an exceedingly serious matter."
Wyatt nodded agreement with this view.
"Exceedingly."
The pen rose and fell with the rapidity of the cylinder of a motor-car. Wyatt, watching it, became suddenly aware that the thing was hypnotising him. In a minute or two he would be asleep.
"I wish you wouldn't do that, father. Tap like that, I mean. It's sending me to sleep."
"James!"
"It's like a woodpecker."
"Studied impertinence"
"I'm very sorry. Only it was sending me off."
Mr. Wain suspended tapping operations, and resumed the thread of his discourse.
"I am sorry, exceedingly, to see this attitude in you, James. It is not fitting. It is in keeping with your behaviour throughout. Your conduct has been lax and reckless in the extreme. It is possible that you imagine that the peculiar circumstances of our relationship secure you from the penalties to which the ordinary boy"
"No, sir."
"I need hardly say," continued Mr. Wain, ignoring the interruption, "that I shall treat you exactly as I should treat any other member of my house whom I had detected in the same misdemeanour."
"Of course," said Wyatt, approvingly.
"I must ask you not to interrupt me when I am speaking to you, James. I say that your punishment will be no whit less severe than would be that of any other boy. You have repeatedly proved yourself lacking in ballast and a respect for discipline in smaller ways, but this is a far more serious matter. Exceedingly so. It is impossible for me to overlook it, even were I disposed to do so. You are aware of the penalty for such an action as yours?"
