Who wouldn't be a Fellsgarth chap after all?
It scarcely damped his joy to perceive that neither Clapperton, Dangle, nor Brinkman shared in the general congratulations, but looked more black and threatening than ever as he passed.

Pooh! what did he care for that! How he enjoyed the glorious Rendlesham high tea, and the drive home in the rain with everybody talking and laughing and rejoicing, singing songs and shouting war-cries! He was quite sorry when it came to an end, and he had to dismount and go over alone to his own house.
He could hear the shouts and huzzas of the Classics across the Green as Wakefield's turned out in a body to welcome their men.

No one at Forder's turned out to welcome him.

The four prefects themselves had not even waited for him.
For the first time that day Corder felt himself wishing he had a little sympathy in his jubilation.

It was dull, when everybody over on the other side was shouting himself hoarse, to hear not a "cheep" of congratulation from his own fellows.
However, it didn't matter much.