It was wrong; it was unfair and cruel; and, as he sat in the refectory, he suffered time after time in memory the same humiliation until he began to wonder whether it might not really be that there was something in his face which made him look like a schemer and he wished he had a little mirror to see. It is not necessary to claim that it has always worked perfectly. They were not beautiful to see as they crouched in the mire. What was it to get away if I got away only till dinner? That would be in a couple of hours, at the end of which-- I had the acute prevision--my little pupils would play at innocent wonder about my nonappearance in their train.