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He looked round for Brogten, but could make nothing of his face; it simply wore a somewhat slight smile when their eyes met, and Kennedy's fell. Kennedy began to convince himself that Brogten could not have seen what he had done in Mr Grayson's room. The thought rolled away a great load a heavy, intolerable load from his heart.
"Oh, I remember now," he replied, desperately; "it was a library order I wanted." Mr Grayson wrote him the order. Kennedy took it, and, without even shaking the cold hand which the tutor proffered, hurried out of the room, relieved at least by the conviction that Brogten, if he had seen him look at the paper, had not, as yet at any rate, revealed it to the examiner.
"Who was first?" asked Lillyston. "Oh, Home of course; except in one paper, and Kennedy was first in that." "I believe that was the Aeschylus paper," said Brogten, throwing the slightest unusual emphasis into his tone; "you were first in that, weren't you, Kennedy?"
"I know Home," said Kennedy, "and he would never forgive such an interference, or I declare I should be inclined to do it." "I should like to see you do it," thundered Brogten, from a farther end of the table. "I have just given my reasons for not seeing fit to do it," said Kennedy, with a curl of the lip.
I wish there was an Aeschylus paper; you might be first, you know, again." Kennedy flung down his knife and fork with a curse, and left the hall. Men began to see clearly that there must have been some mystery attached to the Aeschylus paper, known to Brogten and Kennedy, and very discomfiting to the latter. But as Kennedy was concerned, they did not suspect the truth.
Deeply, very deeply, was Brogten humiliated; he felt that his enemies had indeed heaped coals of fire upon his head. He determined, as his first duty, to go and thank them both Kennedy first, as the one against whom he had most wilfully sinned. He found Kennedy sitting down to tea, and Julian, Owen, and Suton were with him.
"Pay!" said Brogten, with an explosion of oaths; "I'll pay you and your sizar friend there for this, depend upon it." "We're not afraid," said Lillyston, quietly. Julian only answered the threat by a bow, and the two walked off to the bargee, who, in despair and anger, was knotting together the cut pieces of his rope.
The gyp, who was usually about, happened to have gone on an errand; the stair-case was one of the most secluded in the college; the Fellow who was Julian's nearest neighbour had "gone down" for a few days, and it was improbable that any one ever heard him except Brogten, to whom, he thought, every sound of his angry violence would be perfect music.
Hazlet received him with a ludicrous air of offended dignity, and was barely overcome into a tone of magnanimous forgiveness by Julian's frank apology. On the whole, Julian decided that it would be best not to call on Brogten, lest, by so doing, he should seem to be reminding him of the consequences of his enmity under the appearance of expressing a regret.
Julian had almost expended his rage in half a dozen wild blows before Brogten was startled from his surprise into a consciousness of his position. But when he did realise it all the demon took possession of his heart. He seized Julian by the collar, wrenched the whip out of his hand, and raised the silver knob at the end of the handle.
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