Life had cast out death.

Love had cast out fear.
But love had cast out more.

For he found, when he got home, that he could neither read nor think.

If Kate could have been _conscious_ of its persistent intrusion upon Alec's thoughts, and its constant interruption of his attempts at study, she would have been ashamed of that pretty face of hers, and ready to disown it for its forwardness.
At last, he threw his book to the other end of the room, and went to bed, where he found it not half so difficult to go to sleep as it had been to study.
The next day things went better; for he was not yet so lost that a night's rest could do him no good.

But it was fortunate that there was no Greek class, and that he was not called up to read Latin that day.
For the anatomy, he was in earnest about that; and love itself, so long as its current is not troubled by opposing rocks, will not disturb the studies of a real student--much.
As he left the dissecting-room, he said to himself that he would just look in and see how Mr Fraser was.