and his conduct was so uniform and unvarying in its tenor, that if he
was feared when they were under his control, he was invariably liked
by those whom he had instructed, and they continued his friends in
after-life.

Mr Bonnycastle at once perceived that it was no use coaxing our hero,
and that fear was the only attribute by which he could be controlled.
So, as soon as Dr Middleton had quitted the room, he addressed him in
a commanding tone, "Now, boy, what is your name?"

Jack started; he looked up at his master, perceived his eye fixed upon
him, and a countenance not to be played with. Jack was no fool, and
somehow or another, the discipline he had received from his father had
given him some intimation of what was to come. All this put together
induced Jack to condescend to answer, with his forefinger between his
teeth, "Johnny."

"And what is your other name, sir?"

Jack, who appeared to repent his condescension, did not at first
answer, but he looked again in Mr Bonnycastle's face, and then round
the room: there was no one to help him, and he could not help himself,
so he replied "Easy."

"Do you know why you are sent to school?"

"Scalding father."

"No; you are sent to learn to read and write."