Now we can begin, I think.

Minutes of the last meeting, Stevens." Olva placed himself in a corner and looked round the room.

He found that most of the men were freshmen whose faces he did not know, but there, moving his fat body uneasily on a chair, was Bunning, and there, to his intense surprise, was Lawrence.

That football hero was lounging with half-closed eyes in a large armchair.

His broad back looked as though it would burst the wooden arms, and his plain, good-natured face beamed, through a cloud of smoke, upon the company.