Till the form orders were posted to-morrow no one could tell.

Crofter, we knew, had been doing all he knew to get ahead, and considering the slack way in which Tempest had let things go all last term, it seemed very much as if he might succeed.
If he did, our duty would be a difficult one.

Crofter had a claim on us for having saved Tempest from being expelled, and we could hardly refuse to own him should he come out cock of the house.

On the other hand.
Tempest was the man of our heart, and our tender imagination failed to picture him in any secondary position in Sharpe's,--secondary to Crofter, above all other things.
The day closed with one curious incident.
Langrish came to me after supper in a state of wrathful perturbation.
"Look here, young Sarah," said he, "are you Tempest's fag or not?
That's all about it." "I don't know," said I; "I was, but he told me--" "He told you he didn't want a cad like you hanging about his place.

All very well--that doesn't follow I'm his fag as well as Crofter's.