The doctor sat alone, puffing at his cigarette, and brooding over his own dullness of hearing.
Presently the two students returned, looking just a little shame-faced, and plunged instantly into wild talk about the weather, the town, and the University--anything and everything except the sphenoid bone.
"You have come in good time to see something of University life," said young Dimsdale.

"To-day we elect our new Lord Rector.

Garraway and I will take you down and show you the sights." "I have often wished to see something of it," his father answered.
"I was apprenticed to my profession, Mr.Garraway, in the old-fashioned way, and had few opportunities of attending college." "Indeed, sir." "But I can imagine it all.

What can be more charming than the sight of a community of young men all striving after knowledge, and emulating each other in the ardour of their studies?
Not that I would grudge them recreation.

I can fancy them strolling in bands round the classic precincts of their venerable University, and amusing themselves by discussing the rival theories of physiologists or the latest additions to the pharmacopoeia." Garraway had listened with becoming gravity to the commencement of this speech, but at the last sentence he choked and vanished for the second time out of the room.
"Your friend seems amused," remarked Dr.Dimsdale mildly.
"Yes.