"Is there any one there ?" "Open the door this instant,--the senior bursar desires you,--this instant." "Sure it's night, and we're all in bed," said Mike.
"Mr.Webber, Mr.O'Malley," said the bursar, now boiling with indignation, "I summon you, in the name of the board, to admit me." "Let the gemman in," hiccoughed Curtis; and at the same instant the heavy bars were withdrawn, and the door opened, but so sparingly as with difficulty to permit the passage of the burly figure of the bursar.
Forcing his way through, and regardless of what became of the rest, he pushed on vigorously through the antechamber, and before Curtis could perform his functions of usher, stood in the midst of us.

What were his feelings at the scene before him, Heaven knows.

The number of figures in uniform at once betrayed how little his jurisdiction extended to the great mass of the company, and he immediately turned towards me.
"Mr.Webber--" "O'Malley, if you please, Mr.Bursar," said I, bowing with, most ceremonious politeness.
"No matter, sir; _arcades ambo_, I believe." "Both archdeacons," said Melville, translating, with a look of withering contempt upon the speaker.
The doctor continued, addressing me,-- "May I ask, sir, if you believe yourself possessed of any privilege for converting this university into a common tavern ?" "I wish to Heaven he did," said Curtis; "capital tap your old commons would make." "Really, Mr.Bursar," replied I, modestly, "I had begun to flatter myself that our little innocent gayety had inspired you with the idea of joining our party." "I humbly move that the old cove in the gown do take the chair," sang out one.

"All who are of this opinion say, 'Ay.'" A perfect yell of ayes followed this.

"All who are of the contrary say, 'No.' The ayes have it." Before the luckless doctor had a moment for thought, his legs were lifted from under him, and he was jerked, rather than placed, upon a chair, and put sitting upon the table.
"Mr.O'Malley, your expulsion within twenty-four hours--" "Hip, hip, hurra, hurra, hurra!" drowned the rest, while Power, taking off the doctor's cap, replaced it by a foraging cap, very much to the amusement of the party.
"There is no penalty the law permits of that I shall not--" "Help the doctor," said Melville, placing a glass of punch in his unconscious hand.
"Now for a 'Viva la Compagnie!'" said Telford, seating himself at the piano, and playing the first bars of that well-known air, to which, in our meetings, we were accustomed to improvise a doggerel in turn.
"I drink to the graces, Law, Physic, Divinity, Viva la Compagnie! And here's to the worthy old Bursar of Trinity, Viva la Compagnie!" "Viva, viva la va!" etc., were chorussed with a shout that shook the old walls, while Power took up the strain: "Though with lace caps and gowns they look so like asses, Viva la Compagnie!" They'd rather have punch than the springs of Parnassus, Viva la Compagnie! What a nose the old gentleman has, by the way, Viva la Compagnie! Since he smelt out the Devil from Botany Bay,[1] Viva la Compagnie! [Footnote:1 Botany Bay was the slang name given by college men to a new square rather remotely situated from the remainder of the college.] Words cannot give even the faintest idea of the poor bursar's feelings while these demoniacal orgies were enacting around him.