In vain Stephen, now utterly indignant, and burning with a sense of injustice, protested his innocence. He could not get a hearing, and presently found himself out in the passage, the most miserable boy in all Saint Dominic's. He wandered disconsolately along the corridor, trying hard to keep down his tears, and determined to beg and beseech his brother to let him return home that very evening, when Loman and a friend confronted him. "Hullo, I say, is tea ready?" demanded the former. "No," said Stephen, half choking. "Why ever not, when I told you?" Stephen looked at him, and tried to speak, and then finally burst into tears. "Here's an oddity for you! Why, what's the row, youngster?" "Nothing," stammered Stephen. "That's a queer thing to howl at. If you were weeping because you hadn't made my tea, I could understand it. Come along, I'll show you how to do it this time, young greenhorn." Stephen accompanied him mechanically, and was ushered into the study on the other side of the door with the kicks to that in which he had been so grievously wronged. He watched Loman prepare the meal, and was then allowed to depart, with orders to be in the way, in case he should be wanted. Poor Stephen! Things were going from bad to worse, and life was already a burden to him. And besides--that exam paper! It now suddenly dawned upon him. Here it was nearly seven o'clock, and by ten to-morrow he was to deliver it up to Dr Senior! How _ever_ was he to get through it? He darted off to Oliver's study. It was empty, and he sat down, and drawing out the paper, made a dash at the first question. The answer _wouldn't_ come! Parse "Oh, ah!" "Oh" is an interjection agreeing with "ah." "Ah" is an interjection agreeing with "oh." It wouldn't do. He must try again. "Why," cried the voice of Wraysford, half an hour later, "here's a picture of industry for you, Greenfield. That young brother of yours is beginning well!" Stephen hurriedly caught up his papers for fear any one should catch a glimpse of the hopeless attempts at answers which he had written. He was greatly tempted to ask Oliver about "Mr Finis," only he had promised not to get any help. "Let's have a look at the questions," again demanded Oliver, but at that moment Loman's voice sounded down the passage. "Greenfield junior, where are you?" Stephen, quite glad of this excuse for again refusing to show that wretched paper, jumped up, and saying, "There's Loman wants his tea cleared away," vanished out of the room.