True, he at times felt a return of the old feeling of shame; the blush would occasionally suffuse his face; but such fits were rare, and he was able to carry them off more easily with joke and laughter.
"Jack," said Gus in a whisper to Mortimer, as Tom, after accepting a very broad hint to treat the party to spirits, was turning to go, "that fellow will be a credit to you and me.

Did you see how he smacked his lips over the play, and yet all the while wanted to make us think he saw that sort of thing every day of his life, eh?
He's a promising chap, eh, Jack ?" "Wathah," replied Jack, laughing.
Meanwhile Tom, glad enough to get out into the pure air, though in not so desperate a case as the night before, shouldered his way among the loitering company towards the door.

He was just emerging into the street, when the sound of voices arrested him.
"That's one of our men, isn't it ?" said one.
"Why, so it is; I fancied he was anything but a festive blade.

Yes; and upon my word he's half seas over!" Tom had no difficulty in discovering that these hurried words had reference to him, and turning instinctively towards the voices, he found himself face to face with two, reputedly, of the wildest of his fellow- students.
Gladly would he have avoided them; gladly would he have shrunk back and lost himself in the crowd, but it was too late now; he stood discovered.
"How are you ?" cried one of the two, as he passed; "isn't your name Drift ?" Tom stared as if he would have denied his name; but the next moment he put on his lately acquired swagger, and said, "Yes." "Ah! I thought so; one of the Saint Elizabeth men.

Hullo! he's in a hurry, though," added he, as Tom made a dive forward and strode rapidly down the street.
It was but a step deeper.