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these two， Chia Lan and Chia Chuen， were also the GREat-grandsons of a close branch of the Jung mansion. This Chia Chuen had been left fatherless at an early age， and his mother doated upon him in an unusual manner， and it was because at school he was on most friendly terms with Chia Lan， that these two sat together at the same desk. Who would have believed that Chia Chuen would， in spite of being young in years， have had an extremely strong mind， and that he would be mostly up to mischief without the least fear of any one. He watched with listless eye from his seat Chin Jung's friends stealthily assist Chin Jung， as they flung an inkslab to strike Ming Yen， but when， as luck would have it， it hit the wrong mark， and fell just in front of him， smashing to atoms the porcelain inkslab and water bottle， and smudging his whole book with ink， Chia Chuen was， of course， much incensed， and hastily gave way to abuse. "You consummate pugnacious criminal rowdies！ why， doesn't this amount to all of you taking a share in the fight！" And as he uttered this abuse， he too forthwith seized an inkslab， which he was bent upon flinging.
Chia Lan was one who always tried to avoid trouble， so that he lost no time in pressing down the inkslab， while with all the words his mouth could express， he tried to pacify him， adding "My dear brother， it's no business of yours and mine."
Chia Chuen could not repress his resentment； and perceiving that the inkslab was held down， he at once laid hold of a box containing books， which he flung in this direction； but being， after all， short of stature， and weak of strength， he was unable to send it anywhere near the mark； so that it dropped instead when it got as far as the desk belonging to Pao-yue and Ch'in Chung， while a dreadful crash became audible as it fell smash on the table. The books， papers， pencils， inkslabs， and other writing materials were all scattered over the whole table； and Pao-yue's cup besides containing tea was itself broken to pieces and the tea spilt.
Chia Chuen forthwith jumped forward with the intent of assailing the person who had flung the inkslab at the very moment that Chin Jung took hold of a long bamboo pole which was near by； but as the space was limited， and the pupils many， how could he very well brandish a long stick？ Ming Yen at an early period received a whack， and he shouted wildly， "Don't you fellows yet come to start a fight."
Pao-yue had， besides， along with him several pages， one of whom was called Sao Hung， another Ch'u Yo， another Mo Yue. These three were naturally up to every mischief， so that with one voice， bawling boisterously， "You children of doubtful mothers， have you taken up arms？" Mo Yue promptly took up the bar of a door； while Sao Hung and Ch'u Yo both laid hold of horsewhips， and they all rushed forward like a hive of bees.
Chia Jui was driven to a state of exasperation； now he kept this one in check， and the next moment he reasoned with another， but who would listen to his words？ They followed the bent of their inclinations and stirred up a serious disturbance.
Of the whole company of wayward young fellows， some there were who gave sly blows for fun's sake； others there were who were not gifted with much pluck and hid themselves on one side； there were those too who stood on the tables， clapping their hands and laughing immoderately， shouting out： "Go at it."
the row was， at this stage， like water bubbling over in a cauldron， when several elderly servants， like Li Kuei and others， who stood outside， heard the uproar commence inside， and one and all came in with all haste and united in their efforts to pacify them. Upon asking "What's the matter？" the whole bevy of voices shouted out different versions； this one giving this account， while another again another story. But Li Kuei temporised by rebuking Ming Yen and others， four in all， and packing them off.
Ch'in Chung's head had， at an early period， come into contact with Chin Jung's pole and had had the skin grazed off. Pao-yue was in the act of rubbing it for him， with the overlap of his coat， but realising that the whole lot of them had been hushed up， he forthwith bade Li Kuei collect his books.
"Bring my horse round，" he cried； "I'm going to tell Mr. Chia Tai-ju that we have been insulted. I won't venture to tell him anything else， but （tell him I will） that having come with all propriety and made our report to Mr. Chia Jui， Mr. Chia Jui instead （of helping us） threw the fault upon our shoulders. That while he heard people abuse us， he went so far as to instigate them to beat us； that Ming Yen seeing others insult us， did naturally take our part； but that they， instead （of desisting，） combined together and struck Ming Yen and even broke open Ch'in Chung's head. And that how is it possible for us to continue our studies in here？"
"My dear sir，" replied Li Kuei coaxingly， "don't be so impatient！ As Mr. Chia Tai-ju has had something to attend to and gone home， were you now， for a trifle like this， to go and disturb that aged gentleman， it will make us， indeed， appear as if we had no sense of propriety： my idea is that wherever a thing takes place， there should it be settled； and what's the need of going and troubling an old man like him. This is all you， Mr. Chia Jui， who is to blame； for in the absence of Mr. Chia Tai-ju， you， sir， are the head in this school， and every one looks to you to take action. Had all the pupils been at fault， those who deserved a beating should have been beaten， and those who merited punishment should have been punished！ and why did you wait until things came to such a pass， and didn't even exercise any check？"
"I blew them up，" pleaded Chia Jui， "but not one of them would listen."
