CHAPTER IX.
"Tie this muffler round your neck." It was the president who spoke.

Andrew held his thesis in his hand.
"But the rooms are so close," he said.
"That has nothing to do with it," said the president.

The blood rushed to his head, and then left him pale.
"But why ?" asked Andrew.
"For God's sake, do as I bid you," said his companion, pulling himself by a great effort to the other side of the room.
"You have done it ?" he asked, carefully avoiding Andrew's face.
"Yes, but--" "Then we can go in to the others.

Remember what I told you about omitting the first seven pages.

The society won't stand introductory remarks in a thesis." The committee were assembled in the next room.
When the young Scotchman entered with the president, they looked him full in the neck.
"He is suffering from cold," the president said.
No one replied, but angry eyes were turned on the speaker.