His look of surprised displeasure was obvious to everyone. But knowing Ralph, they mistook it for awkwardness. He did not like company, and his shyness was apparent as he stood in the doorway in an ill-fitting suit, with trousers that bagged at the knees, and with the front part of his hair smarmed across his forehead with one hurried sweep of a damp brush, at right angles to the rest of his hair, that fell perpendicularly from the crown of his head.
“Come along, Ralph,” said April, and made room for him in the window-seat. She treated him with an amused condescension. He was so clumsy; a dear fellow, so easy to rag. “And how did your exam. go?” she asked.
“All right.”
“No; but really, tell me about it. What were the maths like?”
“Not so bad.”
“And the geography? You were so nervous about that.”
“I didn’t do badly.”
“And the Latin and the Greek? I want to know all about it.”
“You don’t, really?”
“Yes, but I do.”