The Housemaster’s arrangement has scarcely settled when another measured step approaches. The form master appears at the doorway, a middle-aged man with thinning grey hair, oversized spectacles, and a wide, froglike mouth beneath his courteous expression.
Smewgy
Forgive the interruption, gentlemen. I have come to request Lewis’s presence concerning his Latin preparation.
Lewis closes his book halfway, remaining beside the desk rather than approaching. The Housemaster stays at the threshold, his heavy boots planted squarely as the private explanation becomes a matter for two masters.
Smewgy
I understand that you were completing a translation, Lewis. I should be obliged if you would bring the exercise and account for the work directly to me.
the Housemaster
Smewgy, the boy was found lingering here beyond his appointed hour. I had directed him to finish the preparation under my observation.
Smewgy
Certainly. Then the matter may be clarified without haste. Lewis, bring the book; Parsley, you will remain available until the Housemaster has concluded with you.
Lewis gathers the Latin book and steps towards Smewgy, while the Housemaster’s attention returns to Parsley. No one has been dismissed; the room now holds two separate inquiries beneath the same gaslight.