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It was Paul's third year of uneventful residence at Scone.

Stubbs finished his cocoa, knocked out his pipe and rose to go. "I must be off to my digs," he said. "You're lucky staying in college. It's a long ride back to Walton Street on a night like this."

"D'you want to take Von Hugel?" asked Paul.

"No, not to-night. May I leave it till to-morrow?"

Stubbs picked up his scholar's gown and wrapped it round his shoulders. "That was an interesting paper to-night about the Polish plebiscites."

"Yes, wasn't it?" said Paul.

Outside there was a confused roaring and breaking of glass. "The Bollinger seem to be enjoying themselves," said Paul. "Whose rooms are they in this time?"

"Pastmaster's, I think. That young man seems to be going a bit fast for his age.

Well, I hope he enjoys it," said Paul. "Good-night."

"Good-night, Paul," said Stubbs.