For it he ate and drank and dressed and had his being.

In due process of time he took his degree and wrote himself B.A., but he did not do so with any remarkable amount of academical eclat.

He had occupied himself too much with High Church matters and the polemics, politics, and outward demonstrations usually concurrent with High Churchmanship to devote himself with sufficient vigour to the acquisition of a double first.
He was not a double first, nor even a first class man, but he revenged himself on the university by putting firsts and double firsts out of fashion for the year and laughing down a species of pedantry which, at the age of twenty-three, leaves no room in a man's mind for graver subjects than conic sections or Greek accents.
Greek accents, however, and conic sections were esteemed necessaries at Balliol, and there was no admittance there for Mr.Arabin within the list of its fellows.

Lazarus, however, the richest and most comfortable abode of Oxford dons, opened its bosom to the young champion of a church militant.

Mr.Arabin was ordained, and became a fellow soon after taking his degree, and shortly after that was chosen professor of poetry.
And now came the moment of his great danger.