"How did you get on yesterday in the English Literature?" asked Oliver.
Ricketts" only answer was to turn his back and begin to talk to his other neighbour.
Those who were watching this incident noticed a sudden flush on Oliver"s cheek as he stared for an instant at his late friend. Then with an effort he seemed to recover himself.
He did not, however, attempt any further conversation either with Ricketts or his other neighbour, Braddy, who in a most marked manner had moved as far as possible away from him. On the contrary, he coolly availed himself of the extra room on the desk and busied himself silently with the lessons for the day.
But he now and then looked furtively up in the direction of Wraysford, who was seated at an opposite desk. The eyes of the two friends met now and then, and when they did each seemed greatly embarra.s.sed. For Wraysford, after a night"s heart-searching, had come to the determination not, after all, to cut his friend; and yet he found it impossible to feel and behave towards him as formerly. He tried very hard indeed not to appear constrained, but the more he tried the more embarra.s.sed he felt. After cla.s.s he purposely walked across the room to meet his old chum.
"How are you?" he said, in a forced tone and manner utterly unlike his old self.
It was a ridiculous and feeble remark to make, and it would have been far better had he said nothing. Oliver stared at him for a moment in a perplexed way, and then, without answering the question, walked somewhere else.
Wraysford was quite conscious of his own mistake; still it hurt him sorely that his well-meant effort, which had cost him so much, should be thus summarily thrust aside without a word. For the first time in his life he felt a sense of resentment against his old friend, the beginning of a gap which was destined to become wider as time went on.
The only person in the room who did meet Oliver on natural ground was the poetic Simon. To him Oliver walked up and said, quietly, "I beg your pardon for hitting you yesterday."
"Oh," said Simon, with a giggle. "Oh, it"s all right, Greenfield, you know; I never meant to let it out. It"ll soon get hushed up; I don"t intend to let it go a bit farther."
The poet was too much carried away by the enthusiasm of his own magnanimity to observe that he was in imminent risk, during the delivery of this speech, of another blow a good deal more startling than that of yesterday. When he concluded, he found Oliver had left him to himself and hurriedly quitted the room.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.
THE RESULT OF THE EXAMINATION.
The adventures of the morning did not certainly tend to make the Fifth think better of Oliver Greenfield.
Had he appeared before them humble and penitent, there were some who even then might have tried to forgive him and forget what was done. But instead of that he was evidently determined to brazen the thing out, and had begun by snubbing the very fellows whom he had so deeply injured.
Wraysford felt specially hurt. It had cost him a good deal to put on a friendly air and speak as if nothing had happened; and to find himself scorned for his pains and actually avoided by the friend who had wronged him was too much. But even that would not have been so bad, had not Oliver immediately gone and made up to Simon before all the cla.s.s.
Wraysford did not remain to join in the chorus of indignation in which the others indulged after morning school was over. He left them and strolled out dismally into the playground.
He must do something! He must know one way or the other what to think of Oliver. Even now he would gladly believe that it was all a dream, and that nothing had come between him and his old friend. But the more he pondered it the more convinced he became it was anything but a dream.
He wandered unconsciously beyond the playground towards the woods on the side of the Shar, where he and Oliver had walked so often in the old days.
The old days! It was but yesterday that they had last walked there.
Yet what an age ago it seemed! and how impossible that the old days should ever come back again.
He had not got far into the wood when he heard what seemed to him familiar footsteps ahead of him. Yesterday he would have shouted and whistled and called on the fellow to hold hard. But now he had no such inclination. His impulse was to turn round and go back.
"And yet," thought he, "why should _I go_ back? If it is Oliver, what have _I_ to feel ashamed of?"
And so he advanced. The boy in front of him was walking slowly, and Wraysford soon came in view of him. As he expected, it was Oliver.
At the sight of his old friend, wandering here solitary and listless, all Wraysford"s old affection came suddenly back. At least he would make one more effort. So he quickened his pace. Oliver turned and saw him coming. But he did not wait. He walked on slowly as before, apparently indifferent to the approach of anybody.
This was a damper certainly to Wraysford. At least Oliver might have guessed why his friend was coming after him.
It was desperately hard to know how to begin a conversation. Oliver trudged on, sullen and silent, in anything but an encouraging manner.
Still, Wraysford, now his mind was made up, was not to be put from his purpose.
"Noll, old man," he began, in as much of his old tone and manner as he could a.s.sume.
"Well?" said Oliver, not looking up.
"Aren"t we to be friends still?"
The question cost the speaker a hard effort, and evidently went home.
Oliver stopped short in his walk, and looking full in his old friend"s face, said, "Why do you ask?"
"Because I"m afraid we are not friends at this moment."
"And whose fault is that?" said Oliver, scornfully.
The question stung Wraysford as much as it amazed him. Was he, then, of all the fellows in the school, to have an explanation thus demanded of him from one who had done him the most grievous personal wrong one schoolboy well could do to another?
His face flushed as he replied slowly, "Your fault, Greenfield; how can you ask?"
Oliver gave a short laugh very like contempt, and then turned suddenly on his heel, leaving Wraysford smarting with indignation, and finally convinced that between his old friend and himself there was a gulf which now it would be hard indeed to bridge over.
He returned moodily to the school. Stephen was busy in his study getting tea.
"Hullo, Wray," he shouted, as the elder boy entered; "don"t you wish it was this time to-morrow? I do, I"m mad to hear the result!"
"Are you?" said Wraysford.
"Yes, and so are you, you old humbug. Noll says he thinks he did pretty well, and that you answered well too. I say, what a joke if it"s a dead heat, and you both get bracketed first."
"Cut away now," said Wraysford, as coolly as he could, "and don"t make such a row."
There was something unusual in his tone which surprised the small boy.
He put it down, however, to worry about the examination, and quietly withdrew as commanded.
The next day came at last. Two days ago, in the Fifth Form, at any rate, it would have been uphill work for any master to attempt to conduct morning cla.s.s in the face of all the eagerness and enthusiasm with which the result of the examinations would have been looked-for.
Now, however, there was all the suspense, indeed, but it was the suspense of dread rather than triumph.
"Never mind," said Ricketts to Pembury, after the two had been talking over the affair for the twentieth time. "Never mind; and there"s just this, Tony, if Wray is only second, it will be a splendid win for the Fifth all the same."
"I see nothing splendid in the whole concern," said Pembury. And that was the general feeling.
Oliver entered and took his accustomed seat in silence. No one spoke to him, many moved away from him, and nearly all favoured him with a long and unfriendly stare.
All these things he took unmoved. He sat coolly waiting for cla.s.s to begin, and when it did begin, any one would have supposed he was the only comfortable and easy-minded fellow in the room. The lesson dragged on languidly that morning. Most of the boys seemed to regard it as something inflicted on them to pa.s.s the time rather than as a serious effort of instruction. The clock crawled slowly on from ten to eleven, and from eleven to half-past, and every one was glad when at last Mr Jellicott closed his book. Then followed an interval of suspense. The Doctor was due with the results, and was even now announcing them in the Sixth. What ages it seemed before his footsteps sounded in the pa.s.sage outside the Fifth!
At last he entered, and a hush fell over the cla.s.s. One or two glanced quickly up, as though they hoped to read their fate in the head master"s face. Others waited, too anxious to stir or look up. Others groaned inwardly with a sort of prophetic foresight of what was to come.