But by the next morning all remembrance of the junior master's remonstrance had faded from Carlo's thoughtless brain.

Again he went bar-jumping to chapel, and this time no Mr.Sawyer intercepted him.

But two mornings later, just as he had successfully accomplished his jump, he perceived in front of him the thin, uncertain-looking figure of the junior master.
"'Berkeley,' he said gravely, 'have you forgotten what I said to you two or three days ago ?' "Carlo stared.

The fact of the matter was that he _had_ forgotten, but as his remembering would have made no difference, considering that he had never had the slightest intention of taking any notice of Mr.Sawyer's prohibition, his instinctive honesty forbade his giving his want of memory as an excuse.
"'No,' he replied, 'at least I don't know if I did or not.

But I have always come this way--lots of us do--and no one ever says anything.' "'But _I_ say something now,' said Mr.Sawyer, more decidedly than he had ever been known to speak, 'and that is to forbid your coming this way.
And I expect to be obeyed.' "Carlo made no reply.