ous as the college had become, by far
the greater part of the undergraduates would gladly have seen a
change in the direction of order and decency, and were sick of
the wretched license of doing right in their own eyes and wrong
in every other person's.

As the men trooped out of chapel, they formed in corners of the
quadrangle, except the reading set, who went off quietly to their
rooms. There was a pause of a minute or two. Neither principal,
dean, tutor, nor fellow followed as on ordinary occasions.
"They're hatching something in the outer chapel," said one.

"It'll be a coarse time for Chanter, I take it," said another.

"Was your name sent to the buttery for his supper?"

"No, I took d-d good care of that," said St. Cloud, who was
addressed.

"Drysdale was caught, wasn't he?"

"So I hear, and nearly frightened the Dean and the porter out of
their wits by staggering after them with a carving-knife."

"He'll be sacked, of course."

"Much he'll care for that."

"Here they come, then; by Jove, how black they look!"

The authorities now came out of the antechapel door, and walked
slowly across towards the Principal's house in a body. At this
moment, as ill-luck would have it, Jack trotted into the front
quadrangle, dragging after him the light steel chain, with which
he was usually fastened up in Drysdale's scout's room at night.
He came innocently towards one and another of the groups, and
retired from each much astonished at the low growl with which his
acquaintance was repudiated on all sides.

"Porter, whose dog is that?" said the Dean catching sight of him.

"Mr. Drysdale's dog, sir, I think, sir," answered the porter.

"Probably the animal who bit me last night," said the bursar. His
knowledge of dogs was small; if Jack had fastened on him, he
would probably have been in bed from the effects.

"Turn the dog out of college," said the Dean.

"Please, sir he's a very savage dog, sir," said the porter, whose
respect for Jack was unbounded.

"Turn him out immediately," replied the Dean.

The wretched porter, arming himself with a broom, approached
Jack, and after some coaxing, managed to catch hold of the end of
his chain, and began to lead him towards the gates, carefully
holding out the broom towards Jack's nose with his other hand to
protect himself. Jack at first hauled away at his chain, and then
began circling round the porter at the full extent of it,
evidently meditating an attack. Notwit