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"
Another
would
set
a
sum
--
"
If
a
pound
of
mutton-candles
cost
sevenpence-halfpenny
,
how
much
must
Dobbin
cost
?
"
and
a
roar
would
follow
from
all
the
circle
of
young
knaves
,
usher
and
all
,
who
rightly
considered
that
the
selling
of
goods
by
retail
is
a
shameful
and
infamous
practice
,
meriting
the
contempt
and
scorn
of
all
real
gentlemen
.
"
Your
father
's
only
a
merchant
,
Osborne
,
"
Dobbin
said
in
private
to
the
little
boy
who
had
brought
down
the
storm
upon
him
.
At
which
the
latter
replied
haughtily
,
"
My
father
's
a
gentleman
,
and
keeps
his
carriage
"
;
and
Mr.
William
Dobbin
retreated
to
a
remote
outhouse
in
the
playground
,
where
he
passed
a
half-holiday
in
the
bitterest
sadness
and
woe
.
Who
amongst
us
is
there
that
does
not
recollect
similar
hours
of
bitter
,
bitter
childish
grief
?
Who
feels
injustice
;
who
shrinks
before
a
slight
;
who
has
a
sense
of
wrong
so
acute
,
and
so
glowing
a
gratitude
for
kindness
,
as
a
generous
boy
?
and
how
many
of
those
gentle
souls
do
you
degrade
,
estrange
,
torture
,
for
the
sake
of
a
little
loose
arithmetic
,
and
miserable
dog-latin
?
Now
,
William
Dobbin
,
from
an
incapacity
to
acquire
the
rudiments
of
the
above
language
,
as
they
are
propounded
in
that
wonderful
book
the
Eton
Latin
Grammar
,
was
compelled
to
remain
among
the
very
last
of
Doctor
Swishtail
's
scholars
,
and
was
"
taken
down
"
continually
by
little
fellows
with
pink
faces
and
pinafores
when
he
marched
up
with
the
lower
form
,
a
giant
amongst
them
,
with
his
downcast
,
stupefied
look
,
his
dog
's
-
eared
primer
,
and
his
tight
corduroys
.
High
and
low
,
all
made
fun
of
him
.
They
sewed
up
those
corduroys
,
tight
as
they
were
.
They
cut
his
bed-strings
.
They
upset
buckets
and
benches
,
so
that
he
might
break
his
shins
over
them
,
which
he
never
failed
to
do
.
They
sent
him
parcels
,
which
,
when
opened
,
were
found
to
contain
the
paternal
soap
and
candles
.
There
was
no
little
fellow
but
had
his
jeer
and
joke
at
Dobbin
;
and
he
bore
everything
quite
patiently
,
and
was
entirely
dumb
and
miserable
.
Cuff
,
on
the
contrary
,
was
the
great
chief
and
dandy
of
the
Swishtail
Seminary
.
He
smuggled
wine
in
.
He
fought
the
town-boys
.
Ponies
used
to
come
for
him
to
ride
home
on
Saturdays
.
He
had
his
top-boots
in
his
room
,
in
which
he
used
to
hunt
in
the
holidays
.
He
had
a
gold
repeater
:
and
took
snuff
like
the
Doctor
.
He
had
been
to
the
Opera
,
and
knew
the
merits
of
the
principal
actors
,
preferring
Mr.
Kean
to
Mr.
Kemble
.
He
could
knock
you
off
forty
Latin
verses
in
an
hour
.
He
could
make
French
poetry
.
What
else
did
n't
he
know
,
or
could
n't
he
do
?
They
said
even
the
Doctor
himself
was
afraid
of
him
.
Cuff
,
the
unquestioned
king
of
the
school
,
ruled
over
his
subjects
,
and
bullied
them
,
with
splendid
superiority
.
This
one
blacked
his
shoes
:
that
toasted
his
bread
,
others
would
fag
out
,
and
give
him
balls
at
cricket
during
whole
summer
afternoons
.
"
Figs
"
was
the
fellow
whom
he
despised
most
,
and
with
whom
,
though
always
abusing
him
,
and
sneering
at
him
,
he
scarcely
ever
condescended
to
hold
personal
communication
.
One
day
in
private
,
the
two
young
gentlemen
had
had
a
difference
.
Figs
,
alone
in
the
schoolroom
,
was
blundering
over
a
home
letter
;
when
Cuff
,
entering
,
bade
him
go
upon
some
message
,
of
which
tarts
were
probably
the
subject
.
"
I
ca
n't
,
"
says
Dobbin
;
"
I
want
to
finish
my
letter
.
"
"
You
CA
N'T
?
"
says
Mr.
Cuff
,
laying
hold
of
that
document
(
in
which
many
words
were
scratched
out
,
many
were
mis-spelt
,
on
which
had
been
spent
I
do
n't
know
how
much
thought
,
and
labour
,
and
tears
;
for
the
poor
fellow
was
writing
to
his
mother
,
who
was
fond
of
him
,
although
she
was
a
grocer
's
wife
,
and
lived
in
a
back
parlour
in
Thames
Street
)
.
"
You
CA
N'T
?
"
says
Mr.
Cuff
:
"
I
should
like
to
know
why
,
pray
?
Ca
n't
you
write
to
old
Mother
Figs
to-morrow
?
"
