So many young freshmen come and pester her master under the pretext of paying their respects.

Their respects, indeed! They would bore him to death if he had to see them all.

The old woman inferred, probably from my moustache, that I had taken at least my bachelor's degree.
"I think he is." He was very much at home in his overheated study, where he sat wrapped up in a dressing-gown and keeping one eye shut to strengthen the other.
After a moment's hesitation he recognized me, and held out his hand.
"Ah! my Junian Latin.

How are you getting on ?" "I am all right, sir; it's my Junian Latins who are not getting on." "You don't say so.

We must look into that.