This was sensible, and I hoped the examiner would for a long time to come be in smooth water.
The gods willed it otherwise.
One morning he came to me in a great state of excitement.
"I am furious!" he said. "I believe one of the candidates has been laughing at me."
"You don't say so!" I remarked.
"I believe so," he continued, whilst untying a bundle of papers. "Now look at this," he cried, handing me a copy; "have you ever seen such impudence?"
I looked, but could make nothing out of it.
"What's the matter?" I inquired.
"Well, I asked the candidates the question about the gender of silence."
"I know, the famous question, eh?"