There was Bunning.

The Historical Society in Saul's was held together by the Senior Tutor.

This gentleman, a Mr.Gregg, was thin, cadaverous, blue-chinned, mildly insincere.

It was his view of University life that undergraduates were born yesterday and would believe anything that you told them.

In spite, however, of their tender years there was a lurking ferocity that must be checked by an indulgent heartiness of manner, as one might offer a nut to a monkey.
His invariable manner of salutation--"_Come_ along, Simter--the very man I wanted to see"-- lost its attraction through much repetition, and the hearty assumption on the amiable gentleman's part that "we are all boys together" froze many undergraduates into a chill and indifferent silence.