Loman could not go, leaving things thus. He must see Cripps again, if it was only to know the worst. So he stayed in the bar for the landlord's return. Cripps took no notice of him, but went on with his ordinary pursuits, smiling to himself in a way which perfectly terrified his victim. Loman had never seen Cripps like this before. "Cripps," he said, after half an hour's waiting--"Cripps, I want to speak to you." "You may want," was the surly reply. "I've done with you, young gentleman." "Oh, Cripps, don't talk like that! I do mean to pay you, every farthing, but--" "Yes, you're very good at meaning, you are," said the other. "Anyhow, it don't much matter to me _now_." "What _do_ you mean, Cripps? Oh, do give me a little more time! A week--only a week longer." "Aren't you done?" was the only reply; "aren't you going home?" "Will you, Cripps? Have pity on me! I'm so miserable!" Cripps only whistled pleasantly to himself. Loman, almost frantic, made one last effort. "Give us just a week more," he entreated. No answer. "Do speak, Cripps; say you will; please do!" Cripps only laughed and went on whistling. "Oh, what shall I do, what _shall_ I do?" cried the wretched boy. "I shall be ruined if you don't have some pity--" "Look here," said Cripps, curtly, "you'd better stop that noise here, my lad. You can go; do you hear? Look alive." It was no use staying further. Loman went What anguish he endured for the next twenty-four hours no one knows. What plans he turned in his head, what wild schemes, what despair, what terrors filled him, only he himself could tell. Every moment he expected the fatal vision of Cripps at Saint Dominic's, and with it his own certain disgrace and ruin, and, as time went on, his perturbation became so great that he really felt ill with it. But Cripps did not come that day or the next. The next day was one of mighty excitement in Saint Dominic's. The result of the examination for the Waterston Exhibition was announced. Had any other three boys but those actually taking part been the competitors, few outsiders would have felt much interest in the result of an ordinary examination confined to Sixth Form boys. But on this occasion, as we have seen, the general curiosity was aroused. No one expected much of Loman. The school had discovered pretty well by this time that he was an impostor, and their chief surprise had been that he should venture into the list against two such good men as Oliver and Wraysford.