walked back to my rooms; there was a horrid wind, and I shivered in my pyjamas as I went back to my staircase. Lambert seemed to have disappeared altogether, but I met Jack striking matches and groping his way down. "Did you catch him?" he asked. "Just like my luck," I answered. "I met the Subby." "What's he doing at this time of night?" "That's what he will ask me to-morrow if he recognized me. There wasn't much light." "He ought to have been in bed." "I don't believe dons ever go to bed," I replied. "Give me a match, so that I can get up without breaking my neck." The next morning Lambert came round while I was at breakfast. He was full of apologies and hopes that the Subby had not recognized me. "He told me that he sleeps so badly, that he often gets up in the middle of the night and takes a walk," he said, without the slightest regard for truth. "Then there is no reason why I shouldn't take a run if I like," I replied. "But you were shouting," he said, as if he wished I had not been. "I'm a somnambulist, only I somnambulate faster than most people." "I'm afraid that won't wash," he said, and he started striding up and down my room until he found he was always coming to a wall, and then he stopped in front of the looking-glass, and stared earnestly at himself. "Can't we think of anything better than that?" he asked. "Doesn't your own face help you?" I asked, and he turned round slowly. "One of my front teeth has got a chip off it," he said. "By Jove!" I answered, for Lambert both the last thing at night and the first thing in the morning, was too much for me. "But about the Subby?" "He hasn't sent for me yet. Just poke your head out of the door and yell for Clarkson; yell, don't think you are singing." He did yell, and I had breakfast cleared away. "I am afraid he must have seen you if you saw him," he went on, and the bulk of the man seemed to cover up all my mantelpiece. "Get out of the light, I want some matches," I said. "Perhaps he saw you." "No, I caught a glimpse of his beard coming round the corner." "I wish men wouldn't come and talk rot to me in the middle of the night." "I have apologized for that; of course I shall tell the Subby it was my fault." "You are a big enough fool to do anything," I retorted, but he only smiled at me, and after helping himself to a cigarette he went away. About half-past ten I got a wretched notice from the Subby to say he wished to see me at one o'clock, and I decided to stay in my rooms to work, and not to go round to Oriel until the afternoon. My work however, was sadly interrupted, for as soon as I had really settled down, and I settle down slowly, Dennison came in to condole with me about my bad luck, but when I told him that I had got to go to the Subby I caught him grinning, which exasperated me. So he soon disappeared, and then Jack Ward came, and after he had gone I went and had a talk with Murray. I have never known a morning go so quickly.