Leslie of Selkirk's also spent a pleasant afternoon in the school laboratory, whistling to himself as he mixed up his acids.
Crofter and Wales mooned about under the trees in the field somewhat limply, but showed no outward signs of distress.

Altogether, speculation was baffled, and it was almost irritating to find the chief actors in the drama refusing to take the momentous question seriously.
"How did you get on ?" I asked Tempest.
"You'll hear to-morrow," said he; "so shall I." "Do you think you'll beat Leslie ?" "Either that, or he'll beat me, or it'll be a dead heat," said he.
There was no dealing with frivolity of this kind; and Tempest, ever since his recovery last term, had been rapidly regaining all his old frivolity and lightheartedness.
It was a trying ordeal on "Result" day, sitting patiently in hall till the doctor made up his mind to appear.

All the school was there.

There was an unusual spirit of orderliness afoot.

The few irresponsible ones, who, with nothing to lose, tried to get up a disturbance, were promptly squashed by the grim, anxious competitors to whom the coming results meant so much.