"The second year work in future to be combined with the Medical. Announce this at end of first hour."
Mr. Kirby pursed his lips and considered those words. It was a Professor's memorandum … and it was not the sort of notes that a Professor would hand to a pupil either.
There was something else jotted in the same hand, but written smaller, in the corner. He peered at it and made it out at last, though it was hurriedly written as though it were a sort of after-thought:—
"Ask the Senate next Monday to cancel Saturday afternoon, difficult hour. Remember Garden's number, to ring up 637 Ormeston Central."
Mr. Kirby folded the paper in its original creases, put it back into his pocket-book, and stretched for the University Calendar, which was among the reference books on a table beside him.
There was more than one of these Saturday afternoon lectures. The Senate had arranged them for popular courses, and the University men rather resented them. There was one
