I've had it but with father.

He saw that he couldn't prevent me from doing what he has done.

And old Lent is our major! Lord, Ailsa, _what_ a terrible old man for discipline! And father is--well he is acting as though we ought to behave like West Pointers.

They're cruelly hard on skylarkers and guard runners, and they're fairly kicking discipline into us.

But I'm willing.
I'm ready to stand anything as long as we can get away!" He was talking in a loud, excited voice, pacing restlessly to and fro, pausing at intervals to confront Ailsa where she sat, limp and silent, gazing up at this slender youth in his short blue jacket edged with many bell-buttons, blue body sash, scarlet zouave trousers and leather gaiters.
Presently old Jonas shuffled in with Madeira, cakes, and sandwiches, and Stephen began on them immediately.
"I came over so you could see me in my uniform," he explained; "and I'm going back right away to see mother and Paige and Marye and Camilla." He paused, sandwich suspended, then swallowed what he had been chewing and took another bite, recklessly.
"I'm very fond of Camilla," he said condescendingly.