Had she not given him a right to make the appeal?
What girl could give two such rendezvous to a man, and not admit some right on his part to advise, to influence her?
It was monstrous she should have turned upon him so! And as for this puppy!-- A sudden gust of passion, of hot and murderous wrath, different from anything he had ever felt before, blew fiercely through the man's soul.
He wanted to crush--to punish--to humiliate.

For a moment he saw red.
Then he heard Meyrick say excitedly: "This is our last chance! Let's cool his head for him--in Neptune." Neptune was the Graeco-Roman fountain in the inner quad, which a former warden had presented to the college.

The sea god with his trident, surrounded by a group of rather dilapidated nymphs, presided over a broad basin, filled with running water and a multitude of goldfish.
There was a shout of laughing assent, and a rush across the grass to Radowitz's staircase.

College was nearly empty; the Senior Tutor had gone to Switzerland that morning; and those few inmates who still remained, tired out with the ball of the night before, were fast asleep.
The night porter, having let everybody in and closed the gate, was dozing in his lodge.
There was a short silence in the quadrangle.

Then the rioters who had been for a few minutes swallowed up in a distant staircase on the western side of the quadrangle reemerged, with muffled shouts and laughter, bringing their prey with them--a pale, excited figure.
"Let me alone, you cowardly bullies!--ten of you against one!" But they hurried him along, Radowitz fighting all the way, and too proud to call for help.