If papa had but been there! Every one was asking for him, and wishing it.

For Dr.Hoxton called me--they shook hands with me, and wished me joy of it, and told me to tell my father how well Norman had done." "I suppose you looked so happy, they could not help it," said Flora, smiling at that honest beaming face of joy.
"Ay," said Norman, looking up; "they had something to say to him on his own score, which he has forgotten." "I should think not," said Harry.

"Why, what d'ye think they said?
That I had gone on as well as all the Mays, and they trusted I should still, and be a credit to my profession." "Oh! Harry! why didn't you tell us ?" "Oh! that is grand!" and, as the two elder girls made this exclamation, Mary proceeded to a rapturous embrace.

"Get along, Mary, you are throttling one.

Mr.Everard inquired for my father and Margaret, and said he'd call to-morrow, and Hoxton and Wilmot kept on wishing he was there." "I wish he had been!" said Ethel; "he would have taken such delight in it; but, even if he could have gone, he doubted whether it would not have made Norman get on worse from anxiety." "Well, Cheviot wanted me to send up for him at dinner-time," said Harry; "for as soon as we sat down in the hall, June turned off giddy, and could not stay, and looked so horrid, we thought it was all over with him, and he would not be able to go up at all." "And Cheviot thought you ought to send for papa!" "Yes, I knew he would not be in, and so we left him lying down on the bench in the cloister till dinner was over." "What a place for catching cold!" said Flora.
"So Cheviot said, but I couldn't help it; and when we went to call him afterwards, he was all right.