Gazing about him, he became aware of the College librarian, with whom he was on friendly terms.
'Mr.Poppleton, who would pack and send these books away for me ?' 'An _embarras de richesse_!' laughed the librarian.

'If you like to tell the porter to take care of them for the present, I shall be glad to see that they are sent wherever you like.' Peak answered with a warmth of acknowledgment which seemed to imply that he did not often receive kindnesses.

Before long he was free to leave the College, and at the exit he overtook Earwaker, who carried a brown paper parcel.
'Come and have some tea with me across the way, will you ?' said the literary prizeman.

'I have a couple of hours to wait for my train.' 'All right.

I envy you that five-volume Spenser.' 'I wish they had given me five authors I don't possess instead.