Everybody was there.
Fellows who were on the list, sanguine, anxious, touchy; fellows who were not on the list, cross, sarcastic, righteous.

Nearly every one had his paper in his hand, which he furtively glanced through for the last time before the summons to deposit it in the basket on the platform.
As before, the Sixth took rank as ordinary Templetonians, and no distinction was made between monitor and junior, eligible and non- eligible.
When the clock struck there were loud cries for Freckleton, who accordingly ascended the dais, and, after waiting patiently for order, proceeded to explain the order of election.
"I suppose," said he, "all of us who mean to vote have by this time filled up our papers with the names of the fellows we think most worthy to be elected on the new Club.

You'd better have a last look to see you haven't put down more than thirty names altogether, and that there are not more than six in any one Form.

Also make sure you have none of you signed your names to the papers, as this is secret voting, and it's not supposed to be known how any one has voted.

Now, will fellows come up by benches and drop their papers into the basket ?" The front bench, consisting chiefly of Sixth-form fellows, obeyed the invitation, and deposited their papers in the receptacle.