A door slammed below.
There was the loud noise of a gathering tumult without. It was coming up the stairs—his stairs!
“Curse it! is all Bedlam abroad to-night?” said he.
He strode angrily towards the uproar beyond the great folding doors; but they were flung open, and there entered a gust of loud laughter and the shuffle of many feet upon the stairs.
CHAPTER VIII
Wherein it is discovered that the Strength of Genius may lie in the Hair
With a loud shout of laughter there burst riotously into the room several young fellows, pushing before them the indignant and expostulating Lovegood.
A shock-headed fellow, Rippley the sculptor, dressed with the picturesque carelessness of an art student, left the others, advanced to their scowling host, and said breezily: