“I beg pardon, Mrs. Preston, but I must dissent from both your statements.  Andrew Burke possesses some excellent qualities in which Godfrey is deficient.”

“He is a poor working boy.”

“He is none the worse for that.”

“He should remember his position, and treat my son with proper respect.”

“I venture to say that Godfrey will receive all the respect to which he is entitled.  May I ask if you expect him to be treated with deference, because his father is richer than those of the other boys?”

“It seems to me only proper.”

“Do you expect me to treat him any better on that account?”

“I think my son’s social position should command respect.”

“Then, Mrs. Preston, I entirely disagree with you,” said Mr. Stone, firmly.  “As a teacher, I have nothing whatever to do with the social position of the children who come to me as pupils.  From me a poor boy will receive the same instruction, and the same treatment precisely as the son of rich parents.  If he behaves as he should, he will always find in me a friend, as well as a teacher.  Your son Godfrey shall have no just complaint to make of my treatment.  I will give him credit for good conduct and faithful study, but no more than to Andrew Burke, or to any other pupil under the same circumstances.”

“Mr. Stone, I am surprised at your singular style of talking.  You wish to do away with all social distinctions.”

“I certainly do, madam, in my schoolroom, at least.  There must be social differences, I am aware.  We cannot all be equally rich or honored, but whatever may be the world’s rule, I mean to maintain strict impartiality in my schoolroom.”

“Will you require Andy Burke to apologize to Godfrey?”

“Why should I?”

“For his violent assault upon him.”

“Certainly not.  He was justified in his conduct.”

“If my son was doing wrong, the Irish boy, instead of interfering, should have waited till you came, and then reported the matter to you.”

“And, meanwhile, stood by and seen Alfred Parker inhumanly treated?”

“I presume the matter has been greatly exaggerated.”

“I do not, madam.”

“Do I understand that you decline to make reparation to my son?”

“Reparation for what?”

“For the manner in which he has been treated.”

“I must have talked to little purpose, if I have not made it clear that your son has only received his deserts.  Of course, he is entitled to no reparation, as you term it.”

“Then, Mr. Stone,” said Mrs. Preston, her thin lips compressed with indignation, “since Godfrey cannot meet with fair treatment, I shall be compelled to withdraw him from your school.”

“That must be as you please, madam,” said the teacher, quite unmoved by the threatened withdrawal of his richest pupil.

“I shall report to Colonel Preston your treatment of his son.”