“I’m talking of twenty years ago,” said Baltazar. “What about Mr. Raymond?”
“He’s Professor of Economics at—at one of those new sort of universities, sir.”
The Cambridge-trained servitor’s tone expressed both regret at Mr. Raymond’s decline and scorn of the new sort of universities.
“Mr. Sheepshanks——?”
“Dr. Sheepshanks now, sir. Honoris causa. Just before the war.”
“Well, Dr. Sheepshanks then,” said Baltazar, rather impatiently.
“Oh, he’s always here, sir. He’s senior tutor.”
“Is he in?”
“I haven’t seen him go out to-day. I’m pretty sure he’s in, sir. Letter E, New Court.”
“Thanks,” said Baltazar, and went in search of Sheepshanks, through the familiar courts.