The nearer the Philosophers approached, the more maudlin and effusive these unprincipled young females became, flinging their arms tragically round my neck, and bedaubing my face with their dewy kisses.
"Sarah _can_ go it a bit when he likes," said Langrish, with a cheerful guffaw, standing in a conspicuous place, and calling public attention to me in a way which only added to my sorrows.
"Rather.

I wondered why he went down so early," said Coxhead.
"Birds of a feather," said the sententious Trimble, "play the fool together.

I say, what about our seats, though ?" "They are bagged," said I, getting my face clear for a moment.

"I couldn't keep them." "I dare say.

You mean you were so busy spooning about with girls you never thought of it.