INCIDENT OF THE WELL-MEANING PROFESSOR

On the last night of his first term, Mr. Margotson, the senior master,

sent word to study hall that Amory was to come to his room at nine.

Amory suspected that advice was forthcoming, but he determined to be

courteous, because this Mr. Margotson had been kindly disposed toward

him.

His summoner received him gravely, and motioned him to a chair. He

hemmed several times and looked consciously kind, as a man will when he

knows he's on delicate ground.

"Amory," he began. "I've sent for you on a personal matter."

"Yes, sir."

"I've noticed you this year and I--I like you. I think you have in you

the makings of a--a very good man."

"Yes, sir," Amory managed to articulate. He hated having people talk as

if he were an admitted failure.

"But I've noticed," continued the older man blindly, "that you're not

very popular with the boys."

"No, sir." Amory licked his lips.

"Ah--I thought you might not understand exactly what it

was they--ah--objected to. I'm going to tell you, because I

believe--ah--that when a boy knows his difficulties he's better able to

cope with them--to conform to what others expect of him." He a-hemmed

again with delicate reticence, and continued: "They seem to think that

you're--ah--rather too fresh--"

Amory could stand no more. He rose from his chair, scarcely controlling

his voice when he spoke.

"I know--oh, _don't_ you s'pose I know." His voice rose. "I know what

they think; do you s'pose you have to _tell_ me!" He paused. "I'm--I've

got to go back now--hope I'm not rude--"

He left the room hurriedly. In the cool air outside, as he walked to his

house, he exulted in his refusal to be helped.

"That _damn_ old fool!" he cried wildly. "As if I didn't _know!_"

He decided, however, that this was a good excuse not to go back to study

hall that night, so, comfortably couched up in his room, he munched

Nabiscos and finished "The White Company."

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