"It's a good job we were talking no harm of him." "He won't fancy our talking about him at all," said I.
"I suppose we've as much right to talk about him as any one else." "He'll be awfully down on me, I know," said I miserably.
"All I can say is, if he is, you're a young fool if you care two straws.
Tempest's a good fellow; but he's rather a way of not allowing a fellow to have a soul of his own." This failed to console me.

I made one effort to see Tempest and explain, but he was occupied with his books, and did not even deign to notice my presence in his study.
Later on in the evening all speculation as to the result of the morning's interview was set at rest.

An unusual summons came to Sharpe's to meet the doctor in our hall.
We assembled uncomfortably and with sore spirits.

The worry of the whole business was telling on us, and we heartily hoped, while we clamoured for no surrender in words, that Tempest would disappoint us for once.
The doctor came presently, looking very grave, and accompanied by Mr Jarman.

From the head master's face we concluded at once that all was up.