Jupiter would be Jupiter still, whether in Olympus or out of it; and Templeton, on the whole, felt that, had the vote gone otherwise, it would have had quite as much blushing to do as the defeated hero.
The scrutineer continued his list in order of forms.

Of our particular acquaintance, Birket, Hooker, Duffield, Braider, and Aspinall all got safely "landed," while Bull, Wrangham, and Spokes were passed over.
Templeton, in fact, was a very good judge of honour when it was put to the choice, and even the enemies of the new Club could not help admitting that the best men, on the whole, were the elected ones.
A grim silence fell on the Hall as the scrutineer said-- "Now, Gentlemen, the Upper Third.

The following are elected:-- "Richardson." Dick caught his breath and felt he dared not move a muscle.

Pledge was looking that way, and, as the boy's eyes and his enemy's met, the cheers of the Den sounded feeble, and the shouts of the Firm were spiritless.
"Pauncefote." Dick started again at this and shook off the spell that was upon him.
How dared Pauncefote come between him and his Firm?
If fellows voted for him--Dick--what on earth did they mean by not voting also for Georgie and Coote?
He faced defiantly round towards the reader and waited for the next name.
"Smith." Dick quailed as he listened to the mighty cheer with which Pauncefote welcomed his chum into the realms of the Select.

Pauncefote and Smith were partners; they hunted in couples, they wrote novels together: and here they were side by side, while the "Firm" was cruelly severed member from member.