It was just before I first heard that I had won an Exhibition and was to go to Trinity.

Dr.Steele had called me into his study to tell me the great news; he was very glad, he said, and insisted that it was all due to my last year's hard work.
The 'hard' work had been very interesting to me, or I would not have done much of it.

The doctor wound up, I remember, by assuring me that if I went on studying as I had been studying during the last year I might yet do as well as my brother Willie, and be as great an honour to the school and everybody connected with it as he had been.
"This made me smile, for though I liked Willie, and knew he was a fairly good scholar, I never for a moment regarded him as my equal in any intellectual field.

He knew all about football and cricket and studied the school-books assiduously, whereas I read everything that pleased me, and in my own opinion always went about 'crowned.'" Here he laughed charmingly with amused deprecation of the conceit.
"It was only about the quality of the crown, Frank, that I was in any doubt.

If I had been offered the Triple Tiara, it would have appeared to me only the meet reward of my extraordinary merit....
"When I came out from the doctor's I hurried to my friend to tell him all the wonderful news.