There was Lawrence, burly back for the University in Rugby, unintelligent, kind and good-tempered unless he were drunk.
There were others.

They all sat in their glory, noisily happy.

Somewhere in the distance on a raised dais were the Dons gravely pompous.

Every now and again word was brought that the gentlemen were making too much noise.

The Master might be observed drinking elaborately, ceremoniously with some guest.