College stories; College students -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Trinity College (University of Cambridge) -- Fiction
It would ill become us to protract the account of this shameful scene.
Dr. Toller, shocked and horrified beyond all bounds, lifted up his
voice in expostulation and reproof to the best of his ability, but all
in vain. Mr. Binney was past taking heed of rebukes, and wandered
foolishly along, pressing the doctor to make one of the party, and
drink the health of some of the best fellows he was ever likely to
meet. That at least was the intention of his invitation, but his
enunciation not being so clear as could be wished, the warmth of his
welcome could only be gathered from his engaging smile and his
ineffectual attempts to drag a chair up to the table, a chair on which
one of his guests happened already to be sitting. Most of the other
men took Dr. Toller for a Proctor and kept quiet, while Mr. Binney used
his utmost endeavours to induce him to join them. They returned again
to their previous state of merriment when the Doctor had left the room,
having perceived that anything that he might have to say to Mr. Binney
would have to be kept until the next morning.
Later on in the evening, a Proctor did pay them a visit, the noise
having become so insistent that it was bound to attract the attention
of any one passing down Jesus Lane. He took the names of all the
party, but Mr. Binney went to bed in happy oblivion of the event, as
well as of the advent of his pastor, and woke up in the morning with a
bad headache and a dim impression that something had happened the night
before which would cause him great uneasiness if only he could remember
what it was.
As he sat with throbbing head and smarting eyeballs over a late cup of
tea, which he dignified by the name of breakfast, a "bull-dog" was
announced, who brought him a slip of paper requesting him to call on
the Junior Proctor at a stated time.
Mr. Binney groaned. He had a dim idea that he had had an unfinished
conversation with a Proctor at some previous state of his existence,
but he could not remember when. He supposed it must have been during
the previous evening, but he could not remember having gone out after
dinner.
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