Then there's Pericles's speech coming on in Thucydides, and 'The Birds' to get up for the examination, besides the Tacitus." Tom groaned at the thought of his accumulated labours.

"I say, young un, there's only five weeks or so left to holidays.

Mayn't I go on as usual for this half?
I'll tell the Doctor about it some day, or you may." Arthur looked out of the window.

The twilight had come on, and all was silent.

He repeated in a low voice: "In this thing the Lord pardon thy servant, that when my master goeth into the house of Rimmon to worship there, and he leaneth on my hand, and I bow down myself in the house of Rimmon, when I bow down myself in the house of Rimmon, the Lord pardon thy servant in this thing." Not a word more was said on the subject, and the boys were again silent--one of those blessed, short silences in which the resolves which colour a life are so often taken.
Tom was the first to break it.