Duggie—I can’t imagine why—has never studied French until this year. He enrolled in a class only a week or so ago, and though it’s merely an extra course with him and he could get his degree just as easily without it, he goes at it as if it were all-important. Berrisford knows French as well as he knows English, and volunteered to help him with his exercises. The other afternoon Duggie ran into Berri’s room and said: "I ’ve an idea that we’re going to have ’_je suis bon_’ in French to-day; I wish you would write out a few tenses for me so I can learn them on the way over—I simply have n’t had a minute to myself for two days." Naturally Berrisford seemed delighted to help him, and gravely wrote something on a piece of paper that Duggie carried off just as the bell was ringing. When he got into the Yard and slowed up to look at it, this is what he found: _Je suis bon_ _Tu es bones_ _Il est beans_ _Nous sommes bonbons_ _Vous êtes bonbonniéres_ _Ils sont bon-ton._ Of course he did n’t actually care; but I don’t think the incident helped in Duggie’s opinion to throw any very dazzling light on Berrisford’s really serious qualities. Duggie regarded it, I ’m sure, as about on a par with the way we get out of sitting through our history lecture. One day when the dreamy old gentleman who conducts the history course was trying to prove that Charlemagne either was or was n’t surprised (I ’ve forgotten which) when the Pope suddenly produced a crown and stuck it on his head, a ripple of mirth swept gently across the room, very much as a light breeze ruffles the surface of a wheatfield. No one laughed out loud; but when between three and four hundred men all smile at once, it makes a curious little disturbance I can’t quite describe. The old gentleman looked up from his notes, took off his spectacles, chose one of the other pairs lying on the desk in front of him (he has three or four kinds that he uses for different distances), and inspected the room. But by the time he had got himself properly focused there was nothing to see; the fellow who had made every one giggle by climbing out of the window and down the fire-escape was probably a block away. So, after a troubled, inquiring look from side to side, the dear old man changed his spectacles again and went on with the lecture.