_O mihi proeteritos referat si Jupiter annos!_ Next session he would arrange things better.

Success in examinations--what trivial fuss when one looked at it from the right point of view! And he had fretted himself into misery, because Chilvers had got more 'marks',--ha, ha, ha! The morrow's waking was lugubrious enough.

Headache and nausea weighed upon him.

Worse still, a scrutiny of his pockets showed that he had only the shamefaced change of half-a-crown wherewith to transport himself and his belongings to Twybridge.

Now, the railway fare alone was three shillings; the needful cab demanded eighteenpence.