This was an event in the annals of Plummer's which had never happened before and in all probability would never happen again.
To do the Dux justice, he set no special store by himself.

He believed in the Tempests as a race, but did not care a snap whether anybody else believed in them or not.

Any boy who liked him he usually liked back, and showed his affection, as he did in my case, by frequent lickings.
Boys he did not like he left severely alone, and there were a good many such at Dangerfield.
As to the exhibition, that had been entirely his own idea.

He had not said a word about it to Plummer or any of us, and it was not till after he had got it, and Plummer in the fulness of his heart gave us a holiday in celebration of the event, that we had any of us known that the Dux had been in for it.
The second bell had already sounded before I had completed my toilet, the finishing touches of which, consequently, I was left to add in solitude.
When I descended to the refectory I was struck at once by an unusual air of gloom and mystery about the place.

Something unpleasant must have occurred, but what it was nobody appeared exactly to know, unless it was the principal himself.