Should I be there to-morrow?
I wondered, answering to my name and seeing fellows open their eyes as they heard it.
There was the gymnasium, I supposed--the place presided over by the drill master whom Tempest so much detested.

I meant to back Tempest up in that feud.
Ah, there was the Lion Gate, standing open to receive me.

Little I had expected, when once before I entered it on my way to examination, that I should so soon be coming back, so to speak, in triumph like this.
It took some little self-persuasion, I must confess, to feel that it really was a triumph.

I did think Tempest might have been on the look- out for me.

I did not know where to go, or of whom to inquire my way.
The boys I met either took no notice of me at all, or else stared so rudely at my hat and boots that I could not bring myself to accost them.
At length I was beginning to think I had better march boldly to the first master's house I came to, when, as luck would have it, I stumbled up against my old travelling companion, who, having safely arrived a quarter of an hour before, was now prowling about on the look-out for old acquaintances.
"Please," said I, "would you mind telling me the way to Mr Sharpe's house ?" "Are you a Sharper then ?" he inquired.