So the affair ended in a written apology to Mr.Champion which had all the smoothness and neatness of a merchant's letter.

Arthur Wardlaw was already a master in that style.
Six months after this, and one fortnight before the actual commencement of our tale, Arthur Wardlaw, well crammed by Penfold, went up for his final examination, throbbing with anxiety.

He passed; and was so grateful to his tutor that, when the advowson of a small living near Oxford came into the market, he asked Wardlaw senior to lend Robert Penfold a sum of money, much more than was needed.

And Wardlaw senior declined without a moment's hesitation.
This slight sketch will serve as a key to the dialogue it has postponed, and to subsequent incidents.
"Well, Arthur, and so you have really taken your degree ?" "No, sir; but I have passed my examination.

The degree follows as a matter of course--that is a mere question of fees." "Oh! Then now I have something to say to you.