“What’s Mr. Watson like?” asked Philip, after a while.
“You’ll see for yourself.”
There was another pause. Mr. Carey wondered why the headmaster did not come. Presently Philip made an effort and spoke again.
“Tell him I’ve got a club-foot,” he said.
Before Mr. Carey could speak the door burst open and Mr. Watson swept into the room. To Philip he seemed gigantic. He was a man of over six feet high, and broad, with enormous hands and a great red beard; he talked loudly in a jovial manner; but his aggressive cheerfulness struck terror in Philip’s heart. He shook hands with Mr. Carey, and then took Philip’s small hand in his.