"Do you sleep very badly?" I asked, because I had heard several dodges for getting rid of insomnia, and I should like to have done something for him. He blinked at me for an instant, and I think he was wondering what I was driving at, for I suppose it would not do for a Subby to sleep too soundly. "I am thankful to say I have never been troubled with sleeplessness," he said, and he looked rather drowsy at that moment. "Some men do tell the most awful lies," I meant to say to myself, but somehow or other I said it much louder than I intended. But he took no notice, and after thanking him very much I left him, feeling that I had another ally; but it is never prudent to reckon upon a man who has to look after the conduct of the college, he gets worried and then does not understand things quite right. Lambert's head was poking out of Learoyd's window as I went back through the front quad, and thinking that I might as well get this thing finished off at once, I ran up-stairs and found Dennison and him in possession of Learoyd's rooms. "Much of a row?" Dennison said, with a kind of sickly sarcastic smile which meant that he had scored off me pretty badly. "Row?" I asked. "Was the Subby furious?" "I have been lunching with him," I answered; "I hope your lunch was not spoilt by waiting for me to come out." They did not know what to say to this, so Dennison went on smiling and Lambert stroked his upper lip with one finger. "You were nicely scored off," Dennison said at last. "I had a jolly good lunch," I replied. "Dennison doesn't make a bad Subby, and I imitate his writing pretty well," Lambert said. "The Subby himself must decide that, when he finds out who was ass enough to buy a beard like his." This reduced them to silence again, until Lambert said that he did not see how anybody could find out. "The Subby is much more wide-awake than you think. I wouldn't care to be in Dennison's place, he has just done the one thing which dons can't stand. However, the Subby is a rare good sort, and I shouldn't wonder if he let the thing drop, especially as it is the end of term," I said. "You looked fairly sick this morning," Dennison remarked, but he was more vicious and less smiling than he had been at the beginning. "You took me in all right," I acknowledged, "and I hope you won't hear any more about it." "What did you tell the Subby?" he asked. "Not much," and if he was fool enough to think that there was any chance of the Subby trying to find out anything, I thought I had better leave him to his doubts, so I went round to my rooms, and having got a straw-hat, I started off to see Fred; and fortunately I found him at Oriel trying to make his cricket-bag hold more things than it was meant to hold. He did not look particularly pleased to see me, but I have never yet met a man who can pack and be in a good temper at the same time. "Where are you off to?" I asked, for there were still some days before the end of the term.