Mr.Rose swept him with one flashing glance.

"_That_ is the boy," thought he to himself, "who has been like an ulcer to this school.

These boys shall have a good look at their hero." It was but recently that Mr.Rose knew all the harm which Brigson had been doing, though he had discovered, almost from the first, what _sort_ of character he had.
So Brigson stood out in the room, and as they looked at him, many a boy cursed him in their hearts for evil taught them, such as a lifetime's struggle could not unteach.

And it was _that_ fellow, that stupid, clumsy, base compound of meanness and malice, that had ruled like a king among them.

Faugh! "They call your name! Do you know anything of this ?" "No!" said Brigson; "I'll swear I'd nothing to do with it." "Oh-h-h-h!" the long, intense, deep-drawn expression of disgust and contempt ran round the room.
"You have told me a lie!" said Mr.Rose, slowly, and with ineffable contempt.