eliminating the traces of their evil influences. How far Beetle had pandered to the baser side of youthful imagination he would ascertain later; and Beetle might be sure that if Mr. Prout came across any soul-corrupting consequences
'Consequences of what, sir?' said Beetle, genuinely bewildered this time; and McTurk quietly kicked him on the ankle for being 'fetched' by Prout.
Beetle, the house-master continued, knew very well what was intended. Evil and brief had been their careers under his eye; and as one standing in loco parentis to their yet uncontaminated associates, he was bound to take his precautions. The return of the study key closed the sermon.
'But what was the baser-side-of-imagination business?' said Beetle on the stairs.
'I never knew such an ass as you are for justifyin' yourself,' said McTurk. 'I hope I jolly well skinned your ankle. Why do you let yourself be drawn by everybody?'
'Draws be blowed! I must have tickled him up in some way I didn't know about. If I'd had a notion of that before, of course I could have rubbed it in better. It's too late now. What a pity! "Baser side." What was he drivin' at?'
'Never mind,' said Stalky. 'I knew we could make it a happy little house. I said so, remember—but I swear I didn't think we'd do it so soon.'
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'No,' said Prout most firmly in Common-room.
