-- Go on, temple, said a stout ruddy student near and you a pint after.

    -- Im a believer in universal brotemple, glancing about  of his dark oval eyes. Marx is only a bloody cod.

    Cranly gripped igo congue, smiling uneasily, and repeated:

    -- Easy, easy, easy!

    temple struggled to free  continued, hin foam:

    -- Socialism , thony Collins!

    A the ring replied:

    -- Pip! pip!

    Moyniephens ear:

    -- And  Jotle sister:

    Lottie Collins lost her drawers;

    ont you kindly lend her yours?

    Step, murmured again:

    -- ell hony Collins.

    -- I am ing for your answer, said MacCann briefly.

    -- t interest me in t, said Step ?

    -- Good! said MacCann, smacking ionary, then?

    -- Do you tephen asked, when you flourish your wooden sword?

    -- Metaply. Come to facts. Stepurned aside. MacCann stood ile humour:

    -- Minor poets, I suppose, are above sucrivial questions as tion of universal peace.

    Cranly raised udents by way of a peace-offering, saying:

    -- Pax super totum sanguinarium globum.

    Stepanders, jerked ion of tsars image, saying:

    -- Keep your icon. If   us imate Jesus.

    -- By s a good one! said tudent to t s a fine expression. I like t expression immensely.

    tle in  as if  turned to Stephen, saying:

    -- Excuse me, sir,  expression you uttered just now?

    Feeling led by tudents near o them:

    -- I am curious to kno expression.