'But you?
and near our old school--Viscount Harrington?
These marvels occur, you see--we meet again by night.' Evan, with little gratification at the meeting, fell into their former comradeship; tickled by a recollection of his old schoolfellow's India-rubber mind.
Mr.Raikes stood about a head under him.

He had extremely mobile features; thick, flexible eyebrows; a loose, voluble mouth; a ridiculous figure on a dandified foot.

He represented to you one who was rehearsing a part he wished to act before the world, and was not aware that he took the world into his confidence.
How he had come there his elastic tongue explained in tropes and puns and lines of dramatic verse.

His patrimony spent, he at once believed himself an actor, and he was hissed off the stage of a provincial theatre.
'Ruined, the last ignominy endured, I fled from the gay vistas of the Bench--for they live who would thither lead me! and determined, the day before the yesterday--what think'st thou?
why to go boldly, and offer myself as Adlatus to blessed old Cudford! Yes! a little Latin is all that remains to me, and I resolved, like the man I am, to turn, hic, hac, hoc, into bread and cheese, and beer: Impute nought foreign to me, in the matter of pride.' 'Usher in our old school--poor old Jack!' exclaimed Evan.
'Lieutenant in the Cudford Academy!' the latter rejoined.

'I walked the distance from London.