Some of the seniors evidently resented the way in which the head master glared at them, and tried to glare back.

Faulkner assumed an air of real affliction, presumably for the departed.

Tempest, on the other hand, drummed his fingers indifferently on the desk, and looked more than usually bored by the whole business.
"Now, boys," began Plummer, in the short sharp tones he used to affect when he was wont to administer justice; "about Hector." Ah! that fatal name again! It administered a nervous shock all round, and the dead silence which ensued showed that every boy present was alive to the critical nature of the situation.
"I have already told you what has occurred, and have asked if any one here knows anything about the matter," said the doctor.

"I repeat the question.

If any of you know anything, let there be no hesitation in speaking up." No reply.