Ego sum vestrum fideliter Perceius Granum agrum." (Percy flattered himself he knew the correct Latin for his own name.) He had a rush to get this work of art over to Mr Forder in time, and was considerably mortified to observe that the master did not seem at all gratified by the performance.

Just like Forder! the more you laid yourself out to please him, the worse he was.
"Leave it, sir.

I'll speak to you to-morrow." "That means a licking," said Percy to himself.

"I can see it in his eye.

All serene.