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Rh lying on his back, introduced them to each other. The chorus of praise for his achievement continued round him; the other members of the team were there, joining in with the Sixth Form spectators. Edward, working silently, thrilled with pride at hearing all that  was said, and felt more kindly than ever towards St. John’s.

He had a few moments alone with his brother in the gymnasium while Charles was  changing his clothes.

“Does it hurt much?” he asked. “It looks like the dickens.”

“No; it sort of feels in the way; that’s all. And my head aches a little from getting such a crack.—Look here, Ned; you need n’t say  anything about it when you write home.”

“Why not?”

“Oh, there’s no use in worrying them. Mother would probably go right up in the air if she heard I’d broken my nose. It’ll come back into shape in time.”

“You’d better stay over to-night and let Dr. Vincent fix it.”