[Charles O’Malley, The Irish Dragoon Volume 1 (of 2) by Charles Lever]@TWC D-Link bookCharles O’Malley, The Irish Dragoon Volume 1 (of 2) CHAPTER XVII 8/11
He, of course, did not lecture the following morning,--a paper placard, announcing no lecture, being affixed to the door on such occasions.
Frank waited patiently till he perceived the doctor affixing this announcement upon his door one evening; and no sooner had he left the college than he withdrew the paper and departed. On the next morning he rose early, and concealing himself on the staircase, waited the arrival of the venerable damsel who acted as servant to the doctor.
No sooner had she opened the door and groped her way into the sitting-room than Frank crept forward, and stealing gently into the bedroom, sprang into the bed and wrapped himself up in the blankets.
The great bell boomed forth at six o'clock, and soon after the sounds of the feet were heard upon the stairs.
One by one they came along, and gradually the room was filled with cold and shivering wretches, more than half asleep, and trying to arouse themselves into an approach to attention. "Who's there ?" said Frank, mimicking the doctor's voice, as he yawned three or four times in succession and turned in the bed. "Collisson, O'Malley, Nesbitt," etc., said a number of voices, anxious to have all the merit such a penance could confer. "Where's Webber ?" "Absent, sir," chorussed the whole party. "Sorry for it," said the mock doctor.
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