One eager group surrounded a foreseeing youth who had written the dates of the first four General Councils of the Church upon his shirt-cuff.
'Read them out, like a good man,' said one.
'Hold on a minute,' said another, 'till I see if I have got them right.
I ground them up specially this morning.

Nicaea, 318--no, hang it! that's the number of Bishops who were present; 325 was the date, wasn't it ?' 'What was the row about at Chalcedon ?' asked a tall, pale youth.

'Didn't some monk or other go for Cyril of Alexandria ?' 'You'll be stuck anyhow, Tommy,' said a neat, dapper little man with a very ragged gown.
Hyacinth slipped past the group, and approached two better dressed students who stood apart from the others.
'Is this,' he asked, 'where the entrance examination to the divinity school is to be held ?' For answer he received a curt 'Yes' and a stare.

Apparently his suit of brown Connemara homespun did not commend him to these aristocrats.

They turned their backs on him, and resumed their conversation.
'She was walking up and down the pier listening to the band with two of the rankest outsiders you ever set eyes on--medicals out of Paddy Dunn's.