Jane read it, whispered its contents to Bill and seemed to nod acquiescence.

It was fitting that these two dear ghosts of the past should appear for the first time in his hour of triumph.

He longed to have speech with them, The Dean of Halifax was brief, the concluding ceremonies briefer.

The audience gave Paul a parting cheer and dispersed, while Paul, the hero of the evening, received the congratulations of his friends.
"Those are things that needed saying, but we're too cautious to say them," remarked the Chairman.
"We've got to be," said Colonel Winwood.
"The glory of irresponsibility," smiled the Dean.
"You don't often get this kind of audience," Paul answered with a laugh.

"A political infants' school.