It was not fair to myself, or Crofter, or Low Heath, that every one should suppose Tempest was to be expelled when he really was not.

So, with some misgivings, I decided to put myself in his way and break the agreeable news to him, and so have everything cleared up before the end of term.
It was not difficult to find an excuse.

I had not been to Tempest's rooms since our unlucky quarrel, and had been suffering inconvenience ever since by the fact that my Latin Gradus was there.

On the last day but one of the term, therefore, I developed a burning desire to consult my missing handbook, and must needs go in search of it.
Tempest was sitting, miserably enough, before the fire, with his feet on the fender and his hands up to the back of his head as I entered.

It was not till I was well in the room and had closed the door that he turned round and saw me.
I thought at first he meant to fly at me, his face clouded so angrily.
But it changed to a look of contempt as he said,-- "Well ?" "Tempest, I'm awfully sorry, really I am, but--" "Don't let us have any of that.