'Perhaps if we fined him really heavily? suggested the Junior Dean.
'I very much doubt whether he could pay. I understand he is not well off. Without trousers, indeed! And at that time of night! I think we should do far better to get rid of him altogether. That sort of young man does the College no good.
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Two hours later, while Paul was packing his three suits in his little leather trunk, the Domestic Bursar sent a message that he wished to see him.
'Ah, Mr Pennyfeather, he said, 'I have examined your rooms and noticed two slight burns, one on the window-sill and the other on the chimney‑piece, no doubt from cigarette ends. I am charging you five‑and‑sixpence for each of them on your battels. That is all, thank you.
As he crossed the quad Paul met Mr Sniggs.
'Just off? said the Junior Dean brightly.
'Yes, sir, said Paul.
And a little farther on he met the Chaplain.
'Oh, Pennyfeather, before you go, surely you have my copy of Dean Stanley's Eastern Church?