As they were walking on, they were suddenly stopped by a man having the appearance of a policeman in plain clothes, who said,—
“The Proctor wants to speak to you, gentlemen.”
The next moment they saw a gentleman in black gown and large velvet sleeves, who with formal politeness raised his cap and said,—
“Are you members of this University?”
Frank and his friend murmured that they were.
“Your names and colleges, if you please.”
“Ross, of Paul’s.”
“Mordaunt, of Paul’s.”
“Call on me to-morrow morning at nine, if you please.”