Truly, the heart of their founder, to whom honour had this day been rendered, must have gladdened if he could but have listened to the story of dignified progress! Applause, loud and long, greeted the close of the address.

Buckland Warricombe was probably the only collegian who disdained to manifest approval in any way.
'Why don't you clap ?' asked his sister, who, girl-like, was excited to warmth of cheek and brightness of eye by the enthusiasm about her.
'That kind of thing is out of date,' replied the young man, thrusting his hands deep into his pockets.
As Professor of Logic and Moral Philosophy, Dr Nares began the distribution of prizes.

Buckland, in spite of his resolve to exhibit no weakness, waited with unmistakable tremor for the announcement of the leading name, which might possibly be his own.

A few words of comment prefaced the declaration:--never had it been the Professor's lot to review more admirable papers than those to which he had awarded the first prize.

The name of the student called upon to come forward was--Godwin Peak.
'Beaten!' escaped from Buckland's lips.
Mrs.Warricombe glanced at her son with smiling sympathy; Sidwell, whose cheek had paled as her nerves quivered under the stress of expectancy, murmured a syllable of disappointment; Mr.Warricombe set his brows and did not venture to look aside.