a paid student, Professor Bindon did not ask him to sit down, and he stood before the professor's desk as he made his confession.
"It's a curious story," said Professor Bindon, slowly realising how the thing reflected on himself, and then letting his anger rise,"a most remarkable story. I can't understand your doing it, and I can't understand this avowal. You're a type of student—Cambridge men would never dream—I suppose I ought to have thought—why did you cheat?"
"I didn't cheat," said Hill.
"But you have just been telling me you did."
"I thought I explained"
"Either you cheated or you did not cheat."
"I said my motion was involuntary."
"I am not a metaphysician, I am a servant of science—of fact. You were told not to move the slip. You did move the slip. If that is not cheating"
"If I was a cheat," said Hill, with the note of hysterics in his voice, "should I come here and tell you?"
"Your repentance, of course, does you credit," said Professor Bindon, "but it does not alter the original facts."
"No, sir," said Hill, giving in in utter self-abasement.
"Even now you cause an enormous amount of trouble. The examination list will have to be revised."
"I suppose so, sir."
"Suppose so? Of course it must be revised. And I don't see how I can conscientiously pass you."
"Not pass me?" said Hill. "Fail me?"
"It's the rule in all examinations. Or where should we be? What else did you expect? You don't want to shirk the consequences of your own acts?"
