Whether they were or not, did not appear; but they all had a weedy look.

The keeper of a chandler's shop in a front parlour, who took in gentlemen boarders, lent his assistance in making the bed.

He had been a tailor in his time, and had kept a phaeton, he said.

He boasted that he stood up litigiously for the interests of the college; and he had undefined and undefinable ideas that the marshal intercepted a 'Fund,' which ought to come to the collegians.

He liked to believe this, and always impressed the shadowy grievance on new-comers and strangers; though he could not, for his life, have explained what Fund he meant, or how the notion had got rooted in his soul.