He felt again that touch of vanity in the midst of his embarrassment!
The great clock of the University buildings boomed out noon. He shut his notes, looked with his weary eyes at the young faces before him, now lifted to his own, and said—
"Next time we will take the Automatic Functions of Guest and Bunny. It is new ground, and I think it will interest you."
A timid, fair-haired girl to the rear of the left centre asked whether they need buy the third edition; she only had the second. He said, full of thought for her purse, that there was no necessity to do such a thing, whereat the student added—
"But, Professor Higginson, it deals with the Subliminal Phenomena of a Loss of Mem"
"That 'll do! That 'll do!" cried Professor Higginson sharply.
He could have sworn that he heard a titter! He looked up wearily at the window as his class tramped out.
It was raining.
When he had changed his Cap and Gown for the bowler hat, umbrella and mackintosh of his civilisation, he stepped out under the archway into the street, glad to be rid of his duties
