Who can spoil red brick and ivy, in such a situation?
Not know Fellsgarth! Have you never been on Hawkswater then, with its lonely island, and the grey screes swooping down into the clear water?
And have you never seen Hawk's Pike, which frowns in on the fellows through the dormitory window?
I don't ask if you have been up it.

Only three persons, to my knowledge (guides and natives of course excepted), have done that.

Yorke was one, Mr Stratton was another, and the other--but that's to be part of my story.
First-night, as I have said, was a specially "go-as-you-please" occasion at the school.

Masters, having called over their roll, disappeared into their own quarters and discreetly heard nothing.

Dames, having received and unpacked the "night-bags," retired elsewhere to wrestle with the big luggage.