"Why, Fusby," said Vincent, overhearing and coming up, "you are like the three old crones in the Bride of Lammermoor, who wished to have the straiking of the Master of Ravenswood."
Fusby nodded his person, but made no answer.
"Not all three at once, I hope," said Sheffield.
"Oh, it's quite a concentration, a quintessence of Protestant feeling," answered Vincent; "I consider myself a good Protestant; but the pleasure you have in hunting these men is quite sensual, Fusby."
The Common-Room man here entered, and whispered to Carlton that a stranger was waiting for him in his rooms.
"When do your men come up?" said Sheffield to Vincent.
"Next Saturday," answered Vincent.
"They always come up late," said Sheffield.
"Yes, the House met last week."
"St. Michael's has met too," said Sheffield: "so have we."