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`` Half-past three , old fellow , '' answered Diogenes , looking at his watch . `` I never knew a day go so slowly , '' said Tom ; `` is n't it time to go down to the boats ? '' `` Not by two hours and more , old fellow -- ca n't you take a book , or something to keep you quiet ? You wo n't be fit for anything by six o'clock , if you go on worrying like this . '' And so Diogenes turned himself to his flute , and blew away to all appearances as composedly as if it had been the first week of term , though , if the truth must be told , it was all he could do not to get up and wander about in a feverish and distracted state , for Tom 's restlessness infected him . Diogenes ' whole heart was in the college boat ; and so , though he had pulled dozens of races in his time , he was almost as nervous as a freshman on this the first day of the races . Tom , all unconscious of the secret discomposure of the other , threw himself into a chair and looked at him with wonder and envy .