He had been kicking up horrid stinks for some time in his study, till I suppose some fellow told Mary, and she told the Doctor.

Anyhow, one day a little before dinner, when he came down from the library, the Doctor, instead of going home, came striding into the hall.

East and I and five or six other fellows were at the fire, and preciously we stared, for he don't come in like that once a year, unless it is a wet day and there's a fight in the hall.

'East,' says he, 'just come and show me Martin's study.' 'Oh, here's a game,' whispered the rest of us; and we all cut upstairs after the Doctor, East leading.

As we got into the New Row, which was hardly wide enough to hold the Doctor and his gown, click, click, click, we heard in the old Madman's den.
Then that stopped all of a sudden, and the bolts went to like fun.