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
A Newnham girl came in at one end of the lane, and a Selwyn man came
in at the other, and they went back to their respective colleges and
told the tale. It was all over Newnham at breakfast-time that Lucy had
been seen kissing a man in broad daylight just outside the walls of the
college.
The old, old story has been told a great many times, in a great many
ways, but it had never been told at Newnham before or at Girton in such
a barefaced way. It will be told in the public streets next, or perhaps
in the Senate House.
CHAPTER XVII.
IN THE PICTURE-GALLERY.
The term wore on, and there was nothing talked of in Cambridge but
examinations. How could one talk about anything else when it was the
subject uppermost in everybody's mind? There were the boat-races, and
the college balls, and the concerts, but exciting as these were to the
sisters and cousins of the men, they were of secondary importance to
the exams.
The nearer the day approaches for the dreaded trial the more dreadful
seems the finality of the approaching result. Nobody questions the
finality of the sentence at the time, and when it happens to be
adverse men go away and hide their heads and think that all things are
at an end for them. By-and-by the gates of Hope are opened afresh and
things don't look quite so bad, and in nine cases out of ten nobody
knows out of Cambridge whether a man has taken a high degree or not.
Perhaps it is different with women, the cases being more exceptional; a
girl who has done well usually goes through life with an affix to her
name, spoken with awe by her admiring friends--'Fifth Wrangler,' 'First
Class Moral Science,' 'Senior Op,' and so on.
There would be a good many girls do well at Newnham this term. There
would be several first-classes, and some good seconds, and a few, very
few thirds. Women never take Poll degrees, so that all, every one,
would go out in Honours.
There was a great fuss made with the girls who were going up for the
exams. They were fed and petted and looked after just as if they were
in training. There were special dishes for them at the High, and they
were taken out for exercise, or driven out for airings, and put to bed
at given hours. It was not the fault of the authorities if they did not
reflect honour on their college.
The men were not the objects of such tender solicitude to their
Tutors and Deans. They were left pretty much to themselves, and went
to bed when they liked, and got up when they liked, and took their
food or left it. Those who liked took exercise, and those who didn't
sported their oak and worked until they were deaf and blind, and their
brains were so addled that they could hardly find their way into the
examination-room.
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