The master of St. Benedict's, Vol. 2 (of 2)St. Aubyn, Alan
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The master of St. Benedict's, Vol. 2 (of 2)
St. Aubyn, Alan
Cambridge (England) -- Fiction; School principals -- Fiction; Students -- Fiction
The women's colleges had nothing to complain of. They had more than
one first-class in every Tripos. They had beaten the men on their own
ground; they had not only kept their place, but they were coming more
and more to the front every year. They will win their degrees soon.
Already the opinion of the Senate is equally divided; very soon the
balance will be in their favour, and then all things will be possible.
The list of the Mathematical Tripos is read out last of all. It is not
read until May Week has well begun, when the boat-races are half over,
and the college concerts are in full swing, and picnics on the river
and luncheons in college rooms are the order of the day.
The list is read out inside the Senate House, as befits the dignity of
the occasion; but this particular year it was rumoured that the lists
would be read out from the steps. Some distinguished visitors were
expected at noon, and the Senate, in their zeal for the encouragement
of learning and other virtues, were about to confer upon them Degrees
of Honour, and the Senate House was full of carpenters preparing for
the auspicious occasion.
Half an hour before the appointed time for reading the list the girls
of Girton and Newnham and the men from every college in Cambridge
assembled on the clean-shaven lawn before the south door of the Senate
House. It was a glorious June morning, and the crowd could afford to
wait. Having waited so long, they could wait a few minutes longer. To
some those few minutes were a boon; the delay enabled them to pull
themselves together, and bear with what courage and resignation they
could call to their aid the fateful verdict they would presently hear
read out.
The girls were more impatient than the men. They had reached the spot
a quarter of an hour earlier, and had secured all the front places.
They crowded the steps of the Senate House to the very doors, and they
filled the broad path beneath the windows. A cool, compact, delightful
crowd--a bevy, one might almost say--a bit of bright refreshing colour
amid the rusty gowns and limp, disreputable caps of the undergraduates.
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