four o'clock
Eh , my boy ? '' The boy promised faithfully , and performed the promise well in after days ; but that night Julian did not leave him until he was fast asleep . We shall tell only one more scene of Julian 's Harton life , and that very briefly . It is a glorious summer afternoon ; four o'clock bell is just over , and it is expected that in a few minutes the examiner , -LRB- an old Hartonian and senior classic -RRB- , will read out the list which shall give the result of many weeks ' hard work . The Newry scholarship is to be announced at the same time : Bruce and Home are the favourite names . A crowd of boys throng round the steps , but Julian is not among them ; he is leaning over the rails of the churchyard , under the elm-trees by Peachey 's tomb , filled with a trembling and almost sickening anxiety . Bruce , confident of victory , is playing racquets , just below the schoolyard .