They had made, too, quite extensive arrangements for the occasion
itself. We had been warned that we should not be allowed to leave the
premises until the examination was over, and as far as possible
separate spaces had been provided for each of the twenty-five
candidates--compartments of screens hired for the day from some
furnisher or shop-fitter, and open at the ends to the gaze of the
half-dozen perambulating guardians of the probity of examinations who
looked as if they too had been had in for the day on the same terms
as the screens. The contrast between the new fittings and the old
wallpapers and chandeliers struck me. And I remembered that even
now, when I had been debited my three shillings to be present, I did
not see the place in its normal daytime aspect at all.
The papers were to be distributed at eleven, and at a few minutes before
that hour we were all assembled. A man called Mackie and myself were the
only two candidates for the Honours paper, and he and I were kept well
apart--I told off to a seat in the middle of the lecture-room, he
isolated in the typewriting-room. Evie, timorous about her Elementary,
was separated from Archie Merridew (who occupied the box between Miss
Windus and a pale student, Richardson) by the whole length of the
general room. We took our places; in all the rooms at once voices were
heard reading some cautionary form or other (my policeman gave me the
most mistrustful of glances as he pronounced the words "expelled from
the examination-room and your paper cancelled"); the papers were
distributed on the stroke of eleven, and the examination began.
I need not trouble you with what it was all about. The importance of
that day to me was quite unconnected with the paper on Method. I ought,
however, to say that the paper was in reality two papers, the first in
Theory and the second in Practice, with the interval for lunch dividing
the two. I mention this only to explain how it was we came to be all
talking together when, a little after half-past one, our first papers
had been collected and we were free to unsnap our satchels or untie our
parcels of lunch.
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