No arrangement could have been more foolish.
And that last visit made by John to Babington House for the two days previous to his Cambridge career was in itself most indiscreet.

The angry father would not take upon himself to forbid it, but was worked up by it to perilous jealousy.

He did not scruple to declare aloud that old Humphrey Babington was a thick-headed fool; nor did Humphrey Babington, who, with his ten or twelve thousand a-year, was considerably involved, scruple to say that he hated such cheese-paring ways.

John Caldigate felt more distaste to the cheese-paring ways than he did to his uncle's want of literature.
Such was the beginning of the rupture which took place before the time had come for John to take his degree.

When that time came he had a couple of hunters at Cambridge, played in the Cambridge eleven, and rowed in one of the Trinity boats.