I think it would interest you.

After all, Oxford's not like other places.

I think you said last night you knew some undergraduates--" "I know Mr.Falloden of Marmion," said Constance, "and Mr.Sorell." The Reader's countenance broke into smiles.
"Sorell?
The dearest fellow in the world! He and I help each other a good deal, though of course we differ--and fight--sometimes.

But that's the salt of life.

Yes, I remember, your mother used to mention Sorell in her letters.