The class was discreetly preoccupied when Keith showed up as usual next morning. Only Young Bauer evinced a slight inclination to taunt him, but was curtly hushed up. During one of the afternoon hours the door of the classroom opened unexpectedly and Keith's father appeared on the threshold. "Will you pardon me for just one moment, Sir," he said to the astonished teacher. Then, without coming further into the room, he addressed himself to Keith: "I have had a talk with the Rector and with Lector Booklund. I have heard all about your behaviour in school, and I warn you now that unless you do better, I shall give you the treatment you deserve. Bear that in mind." Then he vanished as abruptly as he had appeared. A couple of the boys snickered. The teacher rapped sharply on the table with the book he held in his hand. Keith sat absolutely still with bowed head. He couldn't think. He didn't dare to think of ever facing one of those other boys again. And suddenly it occurred to him that his father had looked quite common, like a workman almost, while he stood there at the door, talking across the room to Keith. But a tiny voice somewhere within himself denied it.