It was this very morning that Garrone let us know what he is like.When I entered the school a little late,because the mistress of the upper first had stopped me to inquire at what hour she could find me at home,the master had not yet come,and three or four boys were teasing poor Crossi,the one with the red hair,who has a dead arm,and whose mother sells vegetables.They were poking him with rulers,hitting him in the face with chestnut shells,and making him out to be a cripple and a monster,by mimicking him,with his arm hanging in the sling.And he,alone on the end of the bench,and quite pale,was gazing now at one and now at another with beseeching eyes,that they might leave him in peace.But the others mocked him worse than ever,and he beganto tremble and to turn red with rage.All at once,Franti,the boy with the bad face,sprang upon a bench,and pretending that he was carrying a basket on each arm,he aped the mother of Crossi,when she used to come to wait for her son at the door；for she is ill now.Many began to laugh loudly.Then Crossi lost his head,and seizing an inkstand,he hurled it at the other's head with all his strength；but Franti dodged,and the inkstand struck the master,who entered at the moment,full in the breast.

All flew to their places,and became silent with terror.

The master,quite pale,went to his table,and said in a stern voice：“Who did it？”

No one replied.

The master raised his voice,and said again，“Who was it？”

Then Garrone,moved to pity for poor Crossi,rose abruptly and said,resolutely，“It was I.”

The master looked at him,and at the stupefied scholars；then said in a quiet voice，“It was not you.”

And,after a moment：“The guilty one shall not be punished.Let him rise！”

Crossi rose and said,weeping，“They were striking me and insulting me,and I lost my head,and threw-”

“Sit down，”said the master，“Let those who provoked him rise.”

Four rose,and hung their heads.

“You，”said the master，“have insulted a companion who had given you no provocation；you have scoffed at an unfortunate lad,you have struck a weak person who could not defend himself.You have committed one of the basest,the most shameful acts with which a human creature can stain himself.Cowards！”

Having said this,he came down among the benches,put his hand under Garrone's chin,as the latter stood with drooping head,and having made him raise it,he looked him straight in the eye,and said，“You are a noble soul.”

Garrone profited by the occasion to murmur something in the ear of the master；and he,turning towards the four culprits,said,abruptly，“I forgive you.”