What an ass I had been! "The candidates for the Calton Scholarship are to go to the doctor's class-room!" To the doctor's class-room we four accordingly proceeded.
On the way, not to appear nervous, I casually inquired of Wilton if he had caught any specimens yesterday.
"Yes," he said gaily.

"I got one splendid fellow, a green-winged moth.
I'll show him to you in my study after the exam, is over." Here was a fellow who could calmly contemplate the end of this day's ordeal.

I dared not do as much as that! The doctor affably welcomed us to his room, and bade us be seated.
Several quires of blank paper, one or two pens, a ruler, and ink, were provided at each of our four desks.
Then a printed paper of questions was handed to each, and the examination began.
I glanced hurriedly down my paper.

Question 1 was on one of those subjects which had escaped my observation.

Question 2 was a piece of translation I did not recognise as occurring in the Greek book I had got up, and yet I thought I had been thoroughly through it.