She rose from her knees, laid her hand lingeringly, appealingly upon her father's broad shoulder, then slowly left the room.

Simeon, forgotten, looked up at her and scratched his head; he turned in behind her, caught the edge of her skirt and bore it like a queen's page.
The son watched the father, whose powerful features were set in an expression that seemed stern only because his eyes were hid, gazing steadily at the floor.

It was the father who broke the silence.

"What do you calculate to do--now ?" "Tutor this summer and have another go at those exams in September.

I'll have no trouble in rejoining my class.