He could fancy the still gleaming waters of the lake that stretched beyond the grass lawns; he could fancy the red brick of the buildings that clung like some frieze to the horizon.

Along the stone courtyard rang the heavy football boots of men going to the Upper Fields.

He could see their red and blue jerseys, their short blue trousers, their tight stockings--the healthy swing of their bodies as they tramped.

Men would be going down to the river now--freshmen would be hearing reluctantly, some of them with tears, the coarse and violent criticism of the Third Year men who were tabbing them.

All the world was moving.