'Admire the elegant languor of Wotherspoon,' he remarked, indicating the Professor of Greek. 'Watch him for a moment, and you'll see him glance contemptuously at old Plummer. He can't help it; they hate each other.' 'But why?' whispered the girl, with timid eagerness. 'Oh, it began, they say, when Plummer once had to take one of Wotherspoon's classes; some foolery about a second aorist. Thank goodness, I don't understand the profound dispute.--Oh, do look at that fatuous idiot Chilvers!' The young gentleman of whom he spoke, a student of Buckland's own standing, had just attracted general notice. Rising from his seat in the lower part of the amphitheatre, at the moment when all were hushed in anticipation of the Principal's address, Mr. Chilvers was beckoning to someone whom his eye had descried at great distance, and for whom, as he indicated by gesture, he had preserved a place. 'See how it delights him to make an exhibition of himself!' pursued the censorious youth. 'I'd bet a sovereign he's arranged it all. Look how he brandishes his arm to display his cuffs and gold links. Now he touches his hair, to point out how light and exquisite it is, and how beautifully he parts it!' 'What a graceful figure!' murmured Mrs. Warricombe, with genuine admiration. 'There, that's just what he hopes everyone is saying,' replied her son, in a tone of laughing disgust. 'But he certainly is graceful, Buckland,' persisted the lady. 'And in the meantime,' remarked Mr. Warricombe, drily, 'we are all awaiting the young gentleman's pleasure.' 'Of course; he enjoys it. Almost all the people on that row belong to him--father, mother, sisters, brothers, uncles, aunts, and cousins to the fourth degree. Look at their eyes fondly fixed upon him! Now he pretends to loosen his collar at the throat, just for a change of attitude--the puppy!' 'My dear!' remonstrated his mother, with apprehensive glance at her neighbours. 'But he is really clever, isn't he, Buckland?' asked the sister, her name was Sidwell. 'After a fashion. I shouldn't wonder if he takes a dozen or two prizes. It's all a knack, you know.' 'Where is your friend Peak?' Mr. Warricombe made inquiry.