Before Lucius had time to reply the Dean's door opened, and Mr. Binney was summoned into the presence of the "old chap," who had been in frocks when "Binney's Food for Poultry" was first becoming known. "Sit down, Mr. Binney," said the Dean, who appeared unaccountably nervous. "I see you have not kept the requisite number of chapels since the beginning of term. Is there any reason for that? I see by my list that you have not been once to chapel on a Sunday." Mr. Binney breathed a sigh of relief and drew himself up. "I prefer to attend my own place of worship on the Sabbath," he said, twisting his cap by the tassel. "Ah! you are perhaps a Nonconformist," said the Dean. "I am," said Mr. Binney; "and I'm not ashamed of it." "No reason to be, Mr. Binney," said the Dean. "I needn't trouble you any more on that score then," and he made a pencil note on the paper before him. "But there is another matter," he went on, "which, I confess, it surprises me to have to bring before a man of your--er--standing. I understand that you and some others broke in the door of Mr. Miniken's rooms last night, and took most unwarrantable liberties with his furniture. I could hardly believe it, but I am assured that it is so." "It was a mere freak, sir," said Mr. Binney boldly. "I went round with Howden--the football Blue----" "You needn't bring in anybody else's name," said the Dean. "Well, we went round to call on--on another football Blue, but he was out, and as old Miniken, who is a friend of mine, happened to live below him, I said, 'Let's go and rouse him up.' He was sported, so we kicked in his oak for a lark. We didn't mean any harm. Of course, I'm quite willing to pay for repairing the door." The Dean passed his hand over his mouth. "That you will have to do, of course, you and the others between you," he said. "But I may as well tell you, Mr. Binney, that we don't recognise such larks here. If you want to behave like a troublesome boy, you had better go somewhere else. You are gated at eight for a fortnight, and don't let me hear of any such piece of folly again, or you won't get off so easily." Mr. Binney took himself off feeling rather ashamed, but still a little pleased with himself. "Gated at eight for a fortnight," he said, as he joined his son in the ante-room, where Blathgowrie had also made his appearance. "Serve you right, you little ass," said Blathgowrie as Lucius entered the presence chamber. "Now run along and play." "You were not with your father, I think, when the door in the New Court was broken in?" said the Dean. "No, I wasn't," said Lucius shortly, his face a deep red. The Dean threw a quick glance at him. "Is your father--?" he began, and then stopped. "Off his head?" said Lucius. "I don't know. I never thought he was until he came up here. I know _I_ shall be, pretty soon, if this goes on." "I didn't mean that," said the Dean, "I was going to ask if he intended to stop here until he takes a degree."