“Who is it?” asked the examiner.
“Home, sir.”
“Indeed. But I am afraid I cannot allow you to leave the senate-house; the rules, you know, on this subject are necessarily very strict.”
“Then, sir, I will merely show up what I have written, for I am sure there must be some unusual reason for Home’s absence.”
“Oh, no, Mr Kennedy, pray don’t do so,” said the examiner, who knew how well Kennedy had been doing; “I will send the University marshal to inquire for Mr Home; it is a very unusual compliment to pay him, but I think it may be as well to do so.”
It so happened that, as the marshal crossed the court to Julian’s rooms, Lillyston and De Vayne, who were strolling towards the grounds, caught sight of him, and went with much curiosity to inquire the object of his errand.
“Home not in the senate-house,” said Lillyston, on hearing the marshal’s answer. “Good heavens, what can be the matter?” and without waiting to hear more, he darted to Julian’s door, and called his name.
“What do you want?” said Julian in a fretful and angry voice.
“Why are you sported? And why aren’t you in for the Clerkland?”
“Can’t you see, then?”