ed diligently perhaps
to pass the examination, and if they fail they see before them another
long period of weary and dissatisfied effort, with the same probability
of failure again and again repeated: for until the barrier of the
Little-go is passed they can advance no further, and must simply stay at
Camford until in some way or other they can succeed in getting up the
requisite minimum of information. I have seen a strong man in the
senate-house turn as white as a sheet, when a paper which he was unable
to answer was placed before him. I fancy I see him now, and distinctly
remember my strong feeling of compassion for his distress, and my
earnest hope that he would not be "floored."

There was a general laugh in Saint Werner's when it was announced that
Hazlet was plucked; and in Scripture History too! His follies and
inconsistencies had unhappily made him a butt, but men little knew how
heavily the misfortune would weigh upon him.

He happened at this time to be living on the same stair-case with
Lillyston, and Lillyston, who was in the rooms below him, was quite
amazed at the sounds which he heard proceeding from his rooms. For a
long time there was a series of boo-hoos, long, loud, and wailing as of
some animal in distress, and then there was an uproar as of some one
running violently about, and throwing the furniture out of his way.
Lillyston was just on the point of going to see what was the matter when
the breathless bedmaker appeared at the door, and said--"Oh, Mr
Lillyston, sir, do go and look at Mr Hazlet, sir; he's took very bad,
he is."

"Took very bad--how do you mean?"

"Why, sir, it's the Little-go, sir, as done it. He's plucked, sir, and
it's upset him like. So, when I asked him if he'd a-tea'd, and if I
should take away the things, he begins a banging his chairs about, you
see, sir, quite uncomfortable."

Lillyston immediately ran up-stairs. The violent fit seemed to have
subsided, for Hazlet, peering out of a corner, with wandering,
spectacled eyes, quite cowered when he saw him. Lillyston was shocked
at the spectacle he presented. Hazlet was but half dressed, his hands
kept up an uneasy and vague motion, his face was blank, and his whole
appearance resembled that of an idiot.

"Why, Hazlet, my man, what's the matter with you?" said Lillyston,
cheerily.

Hazlet trembled, and muttered something about a dog. It happened that
just before coming back from the senate-house, a large Newfo