In spite of his idolatry, Mr.Raymond could not help remembering certain slights which he, a poor miller's son, had undergone at Christ Church.
He had chosen Magdalen, which Taffy knew to be the most beautiful of all the colleges; and the news that his name had been entered on the college books for years past gave him a delicious shock.

It was now July.

He would matriculate in the October term, and in January enter for a demyship.

But (the marvels followed so fast on each other's heels) there would be an examination held in ten days' time--actually in ten days' time--a "certificate" examination, Mr.Raymond called it--which would excuse the boy not only the ordinary Matriculation test, but Responsions too.

And, in short, Taffy was to pack his box and go.
"But the subjects ?" "You have been reading them and the prescribed books for four months past.