He felt as if something good had happened to him, and as if his star were still in the ascendant.
At the end of the Elections a cry of "three groans for fagging!" was proposed by some member of the Den, who took care to keep himself well concealed, and, as usual, was lustily responded to by all the interested parties.

Which little demonstration being over, Pontifex announced that the meeting was over, and that "captain's levee" would be held on that day week at 5:30.
Our heroes were promptly kidnapped, as they descended from the platform, by the emissaries of the Den, who hurried them off to the serene atmosphere of that dignified assembly, where, for an hour or more, they took part in denouncing everybody and everything, and assisted in a noble flow of patriotic eloquence on the duty of the oppressed towards the oppressor, and the slave towards his driver.

The Sixth, meanwhile, rather glad to have Elections over, strolled off to their own quarters.
"More row than ever this year," said Mansfield, as he followed Cresswell into his study.

"Ponty's too easy-going." "I don't know.

If you keep them in too tight they'll burst.