“Hullo! you fellows,” said he, in as free and easy a manner as one fellow can assume to others who he knows dislike him, “I wanted to see you. Which way are you going?—back to the school?”
“Wren and I are going a stroll together,” said Callonby, coldly; “good-bye.”
“Half a minute,” said Loman. “I suppose you heard the results of the Nightingale read out.”
“Considering I was sitting on the same form with you when they were, I suppose I did,” said Wren.
“That’s all right,” said Loman, evidently determined not to notice the snubbing bestowed on him. “Mine wasn’t a very loud score, was it? Seventy! I was surprised it was as much!”
The two Sixth boys looked at him inquiringly.
“The fact is, I never tried to answer,” said Loman, “and for a very good reason. I suppose you know.”
“No—what?” asked they.
“Haven’t you heard? I thought it was all over the school. You heard about the Doctor missing a paper?”
“Yes; what about it? Was it found, or lost, or what?”