Sir William, my mother, the whole aristocracy of the neighbourhood, were present at the trial.

The Abbe came to my room a few hours before it commenced: he found the door locked.
"Ungracious boy," said he, "admit me; I come at the earnest request of your brother Aubrey to give you some hints preparatory to the examination." "He has indeed come at my wish," said the soft and silver voice of Aubrey, in a supplicating tone: "do admit him, dear Morton, for my sake!" "Go," said I, bitterly, from within, "go: ye are both my foes and slanderers; you come to insult my disgrace beforehand; but perhaps you will yet be disappointed." "You will not open the door ?" said the priest.
"I will not; begone." "He will indeed disgrace his family," said Montreuil, moving away.
"He will disgrace himself," said Aubrey, dejectedly.
I laughed scornfully.

If ever the consciousness of strength is pleasant, it is when we are thought most weak.
The greater part of our examination consisted in the answering of certain questions in writing, given to us in the three days immediately previous to the grand and final one; for this last day was reserved the paper of composition (as it was termed) in verse and prose, and the personal examination in a few showy, but generally understood, subjects.
When Gerald gave in his paper, and answered the verbal questions, a buzz of admiration and anxiety went round the room.

His person was so handsome, his address so graceful, his voice so assured and clear, that a strong and universal sympathy was excited in his favour.

The head-master publicly complimented him.