him, with Mr. Fosbrooke and Robert talking to his sisters; and that
he was reaching his hand to help Mrs. Tester to a packet of tea,
which her son had sent them from the West Indies, when he threw over
a wax-light, and set every thing on fire; and that the parish engine
came up; and that there was a great noise, and a loud hammering; and,
"Eh? yes! oh! the half-hour is it? Oh, yes! thank you!" And Mr.
Verdant Green sprang out of bed much relieved in mind to find
that the alarm of fire was nothing more than his scout
knocking vigorously at his door, and that it was chapel-time.

"Want any warm water, sir?" asked Mr. Filcher, putting his head in at
the door.

"No, thank you," replied our hero; "I - I -"

"Shave with cold. Ah! I see, sir. It's much 'ealthier, and makes the
'air grow. But any thing as you ~does~ want, sir, you've only to
call."

"If there is any thing that I want, Robert," said Verdant, "I will
ring."

"Bless you, sir," observed Mr. Filcher, "there ain't no bells never
in colleges! They'd be rung off their wires in no time. Mr. Bouncer,
sir, he uses a trumpet like they does on board ship. By the same
token, that's it, sir!" And Mr. Filcher vanished, just in time to
prevent little Mr. Bouncer from finishing a furious solo, from an
entirely new version of ~Robert le Diable~, which he was giving with
novel effects through the medium of a speaking-trumpet.