Most of the boys, worn-out with their last night's vigil, went to bed and slept soundly.
The doctor, too, leaving his patient in the charge of a trained nurse, specially summoned, returned home, reporting hopefully of the case as he departed.
In two studies at Bolsover that night, however, there was no rest.

Far into the night Mr Frampton paced to and fro across the floor.

His hopes and ambitions had fallen like a house of cards.

The school he had been about to reform and regenerate had sunk in one day lower than ever before.

There was something worse than dry-rot in it now.