Every step on the staircase above thundered down into the study; the loosely-hung windows rattled even in a light breeze, and the flavours of the college dustbins, hard by, appeared to have selected these chambers, above all others, for their favourite haunt.

I am told Saint George's College has recently undergone renovation.

It so, it is probable "the Mouse-trap"-- for this was the designation by which George Reader's classical domain was familiarly styled--has disappeared.

Let us hope so, for a more miserable, uncomfortable, and uninviting couple of rooms I never saw.
But they had one merit, and that a great one: they were cheap, which to George Reader meant everything.

He had gained a small entrance scholarship, by the help of which he hoped, with the most rigid economy, to support himself during his college career.