[ Chirnside slowly lights his pipe before speaking again .
Well--I entered with Fenwick Major when I came up as a first year's man in Arts. I was green as grass, or as you fellows last year. Not that you know much yet, by the way.
Now, drop that Medical Ju , Bentley! Hand me the Lancet . It makes good pipe-lights--about all it's good for. Oh--Fenwick Major? Well (_puff-puff-puff_), he came up to college with me. Third-class carriage--our several maters at the door weeping--you know the kind of thing. Fenwick's governor prowling about in the background with a tenner in an envelope to stick in through the window. His mother with a new Bible and his name on the first leaf. I had no governor and no blooming tenner. Only my old mater told me to spend my bursary as carefully as I could, and no
