Every one knew something.

I knew nothing.

Just at the last moment I found the place in the "crib" and in the _Caesar_ at the same time, but scarcely had I done so when the awful voice of the master spoke: "Stand up!" All dictionaries and notes had now to be put away; all except the Latin books.
I had contrived _to get_ off the first two lines, and only hoped the master might pitch on me to begin.

And he did pitch on me.
"Charles Smith," I heard him say, and my heart jumped to my mouth, "stand forward and begin at `_jamque Caesar_.'" "Please, sir, we begin at `_His et aliis_,'" I faltered.
"You begin where I tell you, sir," sternly replied he.
A dead silence fell over the class, waiting for me to begin.

I was in despair.