In that respect, whether I liked it or not, I must "lie low." The Philosophers were not long in formally exchanging opinions on the situation.
A meeting was summoned for the same evening to inaugurate things generally.

I was a little doubtful what I ought to do.

Last term philosophy had not tended to diligent work, and with my good resolutions in view I felt that I should be better out of it.

The little tiff with my comrades before the holidays had almost solved the difficulty; but since then I had been formally re-admitted to the fold, and it would be almost treasonable to "scratch" now.
"I _move_ and third, and old Trim seconds and fourths," announced Langrish, "that old Sal be, and is, president as before." "And I carry that motion," said Warminster, who prided himself on his acquaintance with the procedure of public meetings.
"I move an amendment," said I.
"Shut up, or you'll be kicked out again," said the secretary.
"Shut up yourself, or you'll be kicked in," retorted I, feeling I must carry everything with a high hand if I was to carry them at all.

"No.
Look here, you chaps, I'm not so green as I look." "Then you must look fearfully green," muttered Coxhead.
I took no heed of the interruption, which was not relevant, and proceeded,-- "It was all very well last term, but it won't wash this.