The porter was up, and evidently expected them.
"Nice goings-on, young gentlemen," said he.

"The Doctor wishes to see you after chapel in the morning.

In you go.

I'm sorry for you." With fluttering hearts they stole across the moonlit Quadrangle, and gazed round at the grim windows that peered down on them from every side.

The housekeeper was up and ready for them, too.
"Bad boys," said she, as she opened the door; "go to bed quietly, and make no noise.