We'll give you an illustrated history of Oxford on the way to Nuneham.

I'll do the pictures, and he shall do the letterpress.

Oh! the good times I've had up here--much better than he ever had'-- nodding across at Kendal, who was listening.

'He was too proper behaved to enjoy himself; he got all the right things, all the proper first-classes and prizes, poor fellow! But, as for me, I used to scribble over my note-books all lecture-time, and amuse myself the rest of the day.

And then, you see, I was up twenty years earlier than he was, and the world was not as virtuous then as it is now, by a long way.' Kendal was interrupting, when Forbes, who was in one of his maddest moods, turned round upon his chair to watch a figure passing along the quadrangle in front of the bay-window.
'I say, Sartoris, isn't that Camden, the tutor who was turned out of Magdalen a year or two ago for that atheistical book of his, and whom you took in, as you do all the disreputables?
Ah, I knew it! "By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes." That's not mine, my dear Miss Bretherton; it's Shakespeare's first, Charles Lamb's afterwards.