He had known his work fairly well, however, at one time, and with luck he might pull through.

He made an energetic attempt to compress a month's reading into a week, and when the day for the written examination came round he had recovered some of his lost ground.

The papers suited him fairly well, and he felt as he left the hall that he had had better fortune than he deserved.

The _viva voce_ ordeal was the one, however, which he knew would be most dangerous to him, and he dreaded it accordingly.
It was a raw spring morning when his turn came to go up.

His father and Kate drove round with him to the University gates.
"Keep up your pluck, Tom," the old gentleman said.