But still my master wrote on.

It wanted half an hour to the time of closing when he reached the last question on the paper.

I saw his lips curl into a smile as he dashed his pen into the ink and began to write.

Then suddenly it dropped from his fingers, and his hands were clasped to his forehead.

He made no motion and uttered no cry; men went on with their work on each side of him, and professors at their desks never turned his way.