'Not very well, said Mr Prendergast; 'in fact, they've gone.
'All over?
'Yes. You see, none of the boys came back from the first race. They just disappeared behind the trees at the top of the drive. I expect they've gone to change. I don't blame them, I'm sure. It's terribly cold. Still, it was discouraging launching heat after heat and none coming back. Like sending troops into battle, you know.
'The best thing for us to do is to go back and change too.
'Yes, I suppose so. Oh, what a day!
Grimes was in the Common Room.
'Just back from the gay metropolis of Llandudno, he said. 'Shopping with Dingy is not a seemly occupation for a public‑school man. How did the heats go?
'There weren't any, said Paul.
'Quite right, said Grimes: 'you leave this to me. I've been in the trade some time. These things are best done over the fire. We can make out the results in peace. We'd better hurry. The old boy wants them sent to be printed this evening.
And taking a sheet of paper and a small stub of pencil, Grimes made out the programme.