good thing.' Some bedders keep their gentlemen just so; but
surely, miss, the world being what it is, the longer one is able
to laugh in it the better."

Bedmakers have to be comic and dishonest. It is expected of them.
In a picture of university life it is their only function. So
when we meet one who has the face of a lady, and feelings of
which a lady might be proud, we pass her by.

"Yes?" said Miss Pembroke, and then their talk was stopped by the
arrival of her brother.

"It is too bad!" he exclaimed. "It is really too bad."

"Now, Bertie boy, Bertie boy! I'll have no peevishness."

"I am not peevish, Agnes, but I have a full right to be. Pray,
why did he not meet us? Why did he not provide rooms? And pray,
why did you leave me to do all the settling? All the lodgings I
knew are full, and our bedrooms look into a mews. I cannot help
it. And then--look here! It really is too bad." He held up his
foot like a wounded dog. It was dripping with water.

"Oho! This explains the peevishness. Off with it at once. It'll
be another of your colds."

"I really think I had better." He sat down by the fire and
daintily unlaced his boot. "I notice a great change in university
tone. I can never remember swaggering three abreast along the
pavement and charging inoffensive visitors into a gutter when I