CHAPTER XI. HOW HOFFLAND FOUND THAT HE HAD LEFT HIS KEY BEHIND. They entered the town in silence, and both of the young men seemed busy with their thoughts. Mowbray's face wore its habitual expression of collected calmness; as to Hoffland, he was smiling. Mowbray at last raised his head, and chasing away his thoughts by a strong effort, said to his companion: "You have no dormitory yet, I believe--I mean, that you are not domiciled at the college. Can I assist you?" "Oh, thank you; but I am lodged in town." "Ah?" "Yes; Doctor Small procured permission for me." "Where is your room, Charles?--I shall come and see you." "Just down there, somewhere," said Hoffland dubiously. "On Gloucester street?" "No; just around there," replied the student, pointing in the direction of the college. "Well," said Mowbray, "we shall pass it on our way, and I will go up and see if you are comfortably fixed. I may be able to give you some advice--I am an old member of the commissary department. "Oh, thank you," said Hoffland quickly; "but I believe every thing is very well arranged." "Can you judge?" smiled Mowbray. "Yes, indeed," Hoffland said, turning away his head and laughing; "better than you can, perhaps." "I doubt it." "You grown lords of the creation fancy you know so much!" said Hoffland. Mowbray caught the merry contagion, and smiling, said: "Nevertheless, I insist upon going to see if my new brother Charles is comfortably established." Hoffland bit his lip. "This is the place, is it not?" asked Mowbray. Hoffland hesitated for a moment, and then replied with an embarrassed tone: "Yes--but--let us go on." "No," Mowbray said, "I am very obstinate; and as Lucy will not expect me now until tea-time, I am determined to devote half an hour to spying out your land. Come, lead the way!" Hoffland wrung his hands with a nettled look, which made him resemble a child deprived of its plaything. "But--" he said. "Come--you pique my curiosity; go on, Charles." A sudden smile illumined the boy's face. "Well," he said, "if you insist, so be it." And he led the way up a staircase which commenced just within the open door of the house. The lodging of Sir Asinus was in one of those buildings let out to students; this seemed more private--Hoffland alone dwelt here. The student searched his pockets one after the other. "Oh me!" he cried, "could I have left my key at the college?" "Careless!" said Mowbray, with a smile. "I think I am very unfortunate." "Well, then, my domiciliary visit is rendered impossible. Come, Charles, another time!" And Mowbray descended, followed by the triumphant Hoffland, who, whatever his motive might be, seemed to rejoice in the accident, or the success of his ruse, whichever the reader pleases. "Come! I am just going to see Warner Lewis a moment," said Mowbray, "and then I shall return to the 'Raleigh Tavern,' get my horse, and go to Roseland----" "Roseland! Is that your sister's home?"