Why, of course he will tell me.

The exam.

comes off in autumn, and no doubt he keeps the news back as a sort of reward when I get my place.

I think that would be just like him, you know." "Or as a solatium, if you fail," remarked the other genially.
"Fail?
Oh, I'm not going to fail," cried Piers in a voice of half-resentful confidence.
"Bravo!" laughed the other; "I like that spirit.

So you're going to lunch with John Jacks.