When I was an undergraduate, in the seventies, we all of course knew that Professor Stubbs had a European reputation for learning.

But, except to those reading for the History School, Stubbs was a name, and nothing more.

Nobody ever dreamt of going to hear him.

Crowds flocked to hear Froude, as in my time they flocked to hear Ruskin.
One sex was as well represented as the other.

Froude had left the dons celibate and clerical.