"I don't know what he meant," I answered. "He seemed to be in a rage with the whole of Oxford, only it was not a noisy sort of rage but a kind of smouldering business, and perhaps I only imagined the whole thing." "What was he like to look at?" Foster inquired. "Pale and dark, and he looked unwell without looking unwholesome," I replied. "I saw him," Murray said, "and I thought he would have been rather nice if he hadn't been so nervous. He has got great big eyes and about half an acre of forehead." "He wore a flannel shirt and a turned-down collar, and looked clean," I told Foster, for I thought he had better know everything. "Ask him to lunch and Murray and me to meet him," Foster suggested. "I can't ask a senior man to lunch, it would show that I thought it didn't make any difference in his case, and I think he would be on the look-out for things like that. Besides, he wouldn't come." "I should leave him alone," Murray said. "I shan't do that, it would make me feel a brute," I replied. "Find out where he lives and I will come with you and see him. I know your father, so it will be all right," Foster proposed. "He has called on me, so he can't mind me going to see him, and I should like to take you with me. I'll let you know as soon as I have found out where his rooms are;" and then, as it was getting late, Foster came down with us to the lodge, and I was half out of the door before I remembered to ask him about his footer. "I am playing against Cooper's Hill on Wednesday," he said; "but I shall be kicked out if I don't play any better than I did on Saturday." As we walked up King Edward Street Murray did nothing but talk about Foster, and since I was always delighted whenever I could get any one on that subject I did not look half carefully enough where I was going. Murray was in cap and gown, but I was not wearing what is sometimes magnificently called "academical attire," but had on a cloth cap. It had never occurred to me that we were likely to meet the "proggins," but as I turned into The High we ran full tilt into him, and before I had time to think of running, a "bulldog" had told me that the proctor would like to speak to me. There was no way out of it, so I turned to gratify this unforeseen gentleman and found that he was my tutor, Mr. Edwardes. He did not trouble to go through the usual formula of asking me whether I belonged to the University and all the rest of it, but told me to call upon him the next morning. He spoke so quickly that I could not hear what time he told me to come, but I supposed any time would do. "Did you know that Edwardes was a proctor?" I asked Murray, as soon as we could go on. "Some one told me he was; he is a junior proctor, I think." "And a vile nuisance," I added. "He will be more down on me than ever now." "There is no harm in walking about without cap and gown," Murray said.