"Stand at ease! Attention! Stand at ease! Attention! Left turn! Dismiss! As you were! Dismiss!" It was a prolonged insult, and we knew it.

But Tempest stood it, and so, consequently, did we.

But as we filed from the place we felt that Mr Jarman's turn would come some day.
Tempest, contrary to general expectation, evinced no haste to leave the scene of his tribulation.

There was yet a quarter of an hour to next bell, and this he evidently decided to spend, as he had the right to do, where he was.

Mr Jarman was evidently annoyed to find, not only that the senior was apparently unaffected by the humiliation through which he had passed, but that now the drill was over he evinced an entire unconcern in the master's presence.
Tempest was one of the best gymnasts in the school, and it was always worth while to watch him on the trapeze and horizontal bar.