And Harry sobbed as though his heart would break. For his sake, Mrs
Campbell seemed to win strength and quietness. And taking him gently
by the hand she led him upstairs to bed, sat by him till he was heavily
asleep, his face all stained with tears, and then went wearily
downstairs again, took her writing desk, and began a letter to her
husband.
CHAPTER IV.
WILTON SCHOOL.
The examination--Wilton school--Harry's class-room--Absorbed--Prized
possessions--Too busy--Cribbing--Misplaced sympathy--Harry blushes.
The morning sun shone brightly over Wilton as Harry started to school;
brightly over the dancing waters of the roadstead; and the seawind sang
gaily through the wave-washed piles of the pier. The school-bell was
ringing lustily as Harry passed through the iron gates into the
playground. Everything was in bustle and confusion. Bats and balls
were laid aside; jackets thrust on hastily; rough heads smoothed by hot
hands. From their different house-doors the masters were emerging,
putting on, as they came, gowns, some brand-new, some rusty and worn.
The whole stream was setting in one and the same direction, towards the
doors of the school-buildings. And by the time the bell's last clang
had ceased, masters and boys were duly assembled in their respective
places in the big school-room. Prayers over, Dr Palmer announced, amid
breathless silence, the regulations respecting the examination, which
was unexpectedly to begin, in part, that morning. Who does not
remember those anxious, nervous days, before the examination; the
anticipation worse, if possible, than the actual realisation; the
visions of questions unanswered, translations sent up full of mistakes,
sums that never would come out right, problems that never would be
proved?
For the first few days questions, to be answered on paper, would be set
to the whole school according to their respective work and classes. On
the fifth day the examiner would arrive; he would commence at the
bottom of the school, and, taking two classes each day, examine them
_viva voce_.
This was the substance of Dr Palmer's speech; and then the business of
the morning began.
The different classes and their masters filed away into their
particular rooms, Dr Palmer and the senior form being left alone in the
big school-room.
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