g the wine was no morning for me. Of course I
awoke with a headache, but that was nothing in comparison with a
general feeling that the day was not likely to be a peaceful one. I
lay awake and thought over matters as well as I could until Clarkson
came in to put my bath. Then I pretended to be asleep, but out of the
corner of my eye I saw him looking at me and I conceived a great
dislike for him. He seemed to think I was a curiosity of some kind.
He tidied my room, and having finished he asked if I should be taking
breakfast. I sat up in bed and inquired why he supposed I did not want
breakfast, and my question, I flatter myself, surprised him
considerably. I told him to get me twice as much breakfast as usual
and to be quick, but while I was dressing I wondered how I should eat
it, so I went into Murray's room and persuaded him to breakfast with
me. Murray had already begun to eat, but when I explained to him that
this was a little matter between Clarkson and myself, and that it would
not do for me to be scored off, he agreed to come. Clarkson, however,
was a difficult man to defeat; he provided enough breakfast for four
men, and though I bustled him as much as I could and was very
dictatorial, I could see that he was quietly amused. Murray ate for
all he was worth, but the amount of food which Clarkson carried away
for his hungry family was evidence enough to prove who had won the
battle.

Conversation did not play any conspicuous part in that meal, but I told
Murray that if everybody at the wine had been as sensible as Ward we
should have got through without any row. "My opinion of Ward has
changed," I said more than once, for Murray was not inclined to give
him any credit and he certainly deserved some.

At ten o'clock I went to a lecture, and when I returned I found a note
from the Sub-Warden asking me to call upon him at noon. It was
precisely what I expected, but the prospects of another row depressed
me. The morning was dark and rainy, and my room was so dismal that I
stood on the ledge outside my window and leant against the parapet. It
was neither a comfortable nor a very safe position, but it suited my
mood. I looked down on the back quadrangle below me and watched for
something interesting to happen. I had not been up long enough to know
that my wish was not likely to be gratified, nothing exciting ever does
happen in Oxford during the morning, or if it does I was always
unfortunate enough t