Why on earth had his mother brought the children?
It was revolting to have to appear on the barge with such a troop.

And all his time would be taken up with looking after them--time which he wanted for quite other things.
However, he was in for it.

At Marmion he led the party through two quads and innumerable passages, till he pointed to a dark staircase up which they climbed, each member of the family--except the guide--talking at the top of their voices.

On the third floor, Falloden paused and herded them into the room of a shy second-year man, very glad to do such a "blood" as Falloden a kindness, and help entertain his relations.
"Well, thank God, I've got you in!" said Falloden gloomily, as he shut the door behind the last of them.
* * * * * "How Duggy does hustle us! I've had nothing of a tea!" said Roger, looking resentfully, his mouth full of cake, at his elder brother, who was already beginning to take out his watch, to bid his mother and sisters resume their discarded jackets, and to send a scout for a four-wheeler.
But Falloden was inexorable.

He tore his sister Nelly, a soft fluffy creature of seventeen, away from the shy attentions of the second-year man, scoffed in disgust at Trix's desire for chocolates after a Gargantuan meal, and declared that they would all be late for the Eights, if any more gorging was allowed.