“It’s good news,” he said; “they were reading the result of the Tripos.”
“And where are you?” asked George.
“You are first!” said Jim, proudly.
“Where are you?” repeated George.
“I am twelfth.”
“In the first class?”
“Yes.”
“That is good news, old fellow!”
“That shout was in your honour, you know; our college is as proud as anything to have the first man.”
George smiled feebly, and for a long time both were silent.