Apparently neither of
them had calculated on this paltry little detail; they were game for
theoretical departures; to impalpable universities: and "an air-drawn
Bus, a Bus of the mind," would not have dejected for a moment their lofty
Spartan souls on glory bent; safe glory. But here was a Bus of wood, and
Edward going bodily away inside it. The victim kissed them, threw up his
portmanteau and bag, and departed serene as Italian skies; the victors
watched the pitiless Bus quite out of sight; then went up to his bedroom,
all disordered by packing, and, on the very face of it, vacant; and sat
down on his little bed intertwining and weeping.
Edward was received at Exeter College, as young gentlemen are received at
college; and nowhere else, I hope, for the credit of Christendom. They
showed him a hole in the roof, and called it an "Attic;" grim pleasantry!
being a puncture in the modern Athens. They inserted him; told him what
hour at the top of the morning he must be in chapel; and left him to find
out his other ills. His cases were welcomed like Christians, by the whole
staircase.
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