He came down late, and his father rose to meet him as he entered.

"My boy," he said, "I had not expected this of you.

Well done, Norman!" and the whole tone and gesture had a heartfelt approval and joy in them, that Ethel knew her brother was deeply thrilled by, for his colour deepened, and his lips quivered into something like a smile, though he did not lift his eyes.
Then came Richard's warm greeting and congratulation, he, too, showing himself as delighted as if the honours were his own; and then Dr.May again, in lively tones, like old times, laughing at Norman for sleeping late, and still not looking well awake, asking him if he was quite sure it was not all a dream.
"Well," said Norman, "I should think it was, if it were not that you all believe it." "Harry had better go to sleep next," said Dr.May, "and see what dreaming will make him.

If it makes Dux of Norman, who knows but it may make Drakes of him?
Ha! Ethel-- "Oh, give us for our Kings such Queens, And for our Ducks such Drakes." There had not been such a merry breakfast for months.

There was the old confusion of voices; the boys, Richard, and the doctor had much to talk over of the school doings of this week, and there was nearly as much laughing as in days past.