Why did he say he knew that trick? --Lazy idle little loafer! cried the prefect of studies. Pride after satisfaction uplifted him like long slow waves. It was a mean thing to do; all the fellows said it was. Outside Blackrock, on the road that led to the mountains, stood a small whitewashed house in the garden of which grew many rosebushes: and in this house, he told himself, another Mercedes lived.