It sounded well, especially when it was possible to add that "my boy and his particular chum, young Tempest, son of the late Colonel Tempest, you know, of the Guards, did this and that together, and might perhaps spend their next holidays together at Tempest Hall, in Lincolnshire, if he could spare the boy from home," and so on.
It was an awful fascination for some of us to speculate what the "Dux" would have to say if he could hear this sort of talk.

We trembled for Tipton's father, and his shop, and the whole neighbourhood in which he flourished.
Tempest's presence at the "College" did, however, add quite a little prestige to the place.

No one seemed to suppose that it had anything to do with the fact that the terms were exceptionally moderate, and that his gallant father had left very slender means behind him.

Even Dr Plummer had a habit, so people said, of dragging his aristocratic head pupil's name into his conversation with possible clients, while we boys mingled a little awe with the esteem in which we held our broad-backed and well-dressed comrade.
Within the last few weeks especially the school had had reason to be proud of him.

He had taken an exhibition at Low Heath, one of the crack public schools, and was going up there at Midsummer.