"Good egg!" replied the injured warrior. "I shall get off Dummy's extra after tea!" Then with a contented sigh, he returned to a state of coma. * * * * * By way of contrast, Mr. Cayley. As Mr. Cayley approached his form-room, which lay round a quiet corner, he was made aware of the presence of his pupils by sounds of turmoil; but being slightly deaf, took no particular note of the fact. Presently he found himself engulfed in a wave of boys, each of whom insisted upon shaking him by the hand. Some of them did so several times, but Mr. Cayley, whom increasing years had rendered a trifle dim-sighted, did not observe this. Cheerful greetings fell pleasantly but confusedly upon his ears. "How do you do, sir? Welcome back to another term of labour, sir! Very well, no thank you! Stop shoving, there! Don't you see you are molesting Mr. Methuselah Cayley, M.A.? Permit me to open the door for you, sir! Now then, all together! Use your feet a bit more in the scrum!" By this time the humorist of the party had possessed himself of the key of the door; but having previously stopped up the keyhole with paper, was experiencing some difficulty in inserting the key into the lock. "Make haste, Woolley," said Mr. Cayley gently. "I fear the porter has inserted some obstruction into the interstices of the aperture, sir," explained Master Woolley, in a loud and respectful voice. "He bungs up the hole in the holidays--to keep the bugs from getting in," he concluded less audibly. "What was that, Woolley?" asked Mr. Cayley, thinking he had not heard aright. Master Woolley entered with relish upon one of the standard pastimes of the Upper Fourth. "I said some good tugs would get us in, sir," he replied, raising his voice, and pulling paper out of the lock with a buttonhook. Mr. Cayley, who knew that his ears were as untrustworthy as his eyes, but fondly imagined that his secret was his own, now entered his form-room upon the crest of a boisterous wave composed of his pupils, who, having deposited their preceptor upon his rostrum, settled down in their places with much rattling of desks and banging of books. Mr. Cayley next proceeded to call for silence, and when he thought he had succeeded, said: "As our new Latin subject books have not yet been distributed, I shall set you a short passage of unprepared translation this morning." "Would it not be advisable, sir," suggested the head boy--the Upper Fourth addressed their master with a stilted and pedantic preciosity of language which was an outrageous parody of his own courtly and old-fashioned utterance--"to take down our names and ages, as is usually your custom at the outset of your infernal havers?" "Of what, Adams?" "Of your termly labours, sir," said Adams, raising his voice courteously.