Still he vaguely hoped he might "pull off his remove," as the phrase went--that is, get raised next term to the serene atmosphere of the lower Fourth, along with the faithful Heathcote.
But nowhere was the studious fit more serious than in the upper Fifth, where Birket, Swinstead, Wrangham and one or two others, cast longing eyes on the vacant desk in the Sixth, and strained every nerve to win it.

Cricket flagged, and it was hard during that fortnight to make up a set at tennis.

The early "Tub" alone retained its attractions, and indeed was never more crowded than when Templeton was heart and soul in study.
One fellow regarded the whole scene half sadly, and that was Ponty.
Indolent as he seemed to be, he loved the old school, and hated the thought of leaving it.

He had friends there that were like brothers to him.

There were nooks here and there where he had lounged and enjoyed life, which seemed like so many homes.