"Well, I am a philosopher," said Mr. Redmayne, "but you are
overdoing your philanthropics. Luncheon in Hall for the boys,
dinner at seven-thirty for the boys, a new cricket-ground for the
boys; you pamper them! Now in my time, when the undergraduates
complained about the veal in Hall, old Grant sent for us third-year
men, and said that he understood there were complaints about the
veal, of which he fully recognised the justice, and so they would
go back to mutton and beef and stick to them, and then he bowed us
out. Now the Bursar would send for the cook, and they would mingle
their tears together."

Howard laughed again, but made no comment, and presently said he
must go back to work. As they went in, Mr. Redmayne put his hand in
Howard's arm, and said, "Don't mind me, my young friend! I like to
have my growl, but I am proud of the old place, and you do a great
deal for it."

Howard smiled, and tucked the old man's hand closer to his side
with a movement of his arm. "I shall come and fetch you out again
some morning," he said.

He got back to his rooms at ten o'clock, and a moment afterwards a
young man appeared in a gown. Howard sat down at his table, pulled
a chair up to his side, produced a corrected piece of Latin prose,
made some criticisms and suggestions, and ended up by saying,
"That's a good piece! You have improved a good deal lately, and
that would get you a solid mark." Then he sat for a minute or two
talking about the books his pupil was reading, and indicating the
points he was to look out for, till at half-past ten another youth