'_Noblesse oblige_! And well applied too!' Again, 'Lord, what beasts we men are!' he thought.

'Insult?
I suppose I did insult her; but I had to do that or kiss her.

And she earned it, the little firebrand!' Then standing and looking along the High--he had reached the College gates--'D--n Dunborough! She is too good for him! For a very little--it would be mean, it would be low, it would be cursed low--but for two pence I would speak to her mother and cheat him.

She is too good to be ruined by that coarse-tongued boaster! Though I suppose she fancies him.

I suppose he is an Adonis to her! Faugh! Tommy, my lord, and Dunborough! What a crew!' The good and evil, spleen and patience, which he had displayed in his interview with the girl rode him still; for at the door of the Mitre he paused, went in, came out, and paused again.