But you don't know the latest." "We don't want to, unless it's that old Tempest has got off." "That's just what it is," said I triumphantly.
"Good old Sarah! how do you know ?" "Never mind, it's a secret; but it's a fact, honour bright." "What, has he paid all his bills ?" "They're all paid, I know that." "I suppose," said Langrish, "as that motion about Sarah being kicked out wasn't properly seconded, it's off, isn't it ?" "Does any gentleman second the motion ?" said Coxhead, glancing round the assembled Philosophers.
No one seconded it.
"Jolly lucky shave for you, young Sarah," said Coxhead.
"Thanks awfully," said I.
"We may as well divide up the pool now ?" suggested Warminster.
With a generosity which was really touching, the Philosophers had clubbed together the shattered fragments of their term's pocket-money to assist Tempest in his financial troubles.

They had done it ungrudgingly, nay enthusiastically, and it was not against them that the enthusiasm remained now as each one unexpectedly received back his Philosopher's mite from the depths of the kindly "pool." It is all very well keeping a secret like mine for twenty-four hours.
It was an effort, but I did it, and prevailed on my comrades to keep it too.

It was even harder work to prevail upon them as a matter of policy to accept the temporary supremacy of Crofter in the house.

Nothing would induce them to refrain from cheering Tempest (much to his displeasure) on every possible occasion.

It made it awkward for me sometimes when this happened in Crofter's presence; for as things now were in Sharpe's, a cheer for the old captain meant a hoot at the new; and I felt that Crofter, did the fellows only know all, did not deserve their resentment.
After forty-eight hours I could not restrain myself any longer.