He was attired in a silk dressing-gown and black velvet slippers, and supported his forehead upon a hand of most lady-like whiteness, whose fingers were absolutely covered with rings of great beauty and price.

His long silky brown hair fell in rich profusion upon the back of his neck and over his arm, and the whole air and attitude was one which a painter might have copied.

So intent was he upon the volume before him that he never raised his head at our approach, but continued to read aloud, totally unaware of our presence.
"Dr.Mooney, sir," said the servant.
_"Ton dapamey bominos, prosephe, crione Agamemnon"_ repeated the student, in an ecstasy, and not paying the slightest attention to the announcement.
"Dr.Mooney, sir," repeated the servant, in a louder tone, while the doctor looked around on every side for an explanation of the late uproar, with a face of the most puzzled astonishment.
_"Be dakiown para thina dolekoskion enkos"_ said Mr.Webber, finishing a cup of coffee at a draught.
"Well, Webber, hard at work I see," said the doctor.
"Ah, Doctor, I beg pardon! Have you been long here ?" said the most soft and insinuating voice, while the speaker passed his taper fingers across his brow, as if to dissipate the traces of deep thought and study.
While the doctor presented me to my future companion, I could perceive, in the restless and searching look he threw around, that the fracas he had so lately heard was still an unexplained and _vexata questio_ in his mind.
"May I offer you a cup of coffee, Mr.O'Malley ?" said the youth, with an air of almost timid bashfulness.

"The doctor, I know, breakfasts at a very early hour." "I say, Webber," said the doctor, who could no longer restrain his curiosity, "what an awful row I heard here as I came up to the door.

I thought Bedlam was broke loose.