Peter secured a beautiful enamel1 bath which belonged to Dundoon, and for an hour he could not be interrupted. To sit in the bath of Dundoon, and to clatter2 hideously3 from flight to flight of the stone steps of the College hall was a perfect experience. It never palled4. Meanwhile Peter's friends had discovered an open window of the buttery, and announcements were made to Peter from time to time. Peter sat gravely in his bath and smiled.
"Rows of chickens for the evening meal," said a man from the deeps of the larder5. The chickens were handed out and spread decently upon the lawn.
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Reports were made of a wonderful breakfast waiting to be cooked.
"How well they provide for us," said Peter, gazing upon rows of fish, joints6 of beef and mutton, hams and sides of bacon. Then Peter stood up in his bath and prophesied7:
"Gentlemen," he said. "All kinds of food grow upon trees of the field. I should not be at all surprised—" He broke off, sunk in contemplation of a spreading elm.
Then he again carried his bath to the head of the steps, and his friends were busy for the next half hour. At the end of that time the trees were heavy with strange fruit.
Peter was then invited to join in a choral dance; but he would not leave his bath.
He felt a sudden need for violent rhythm, and began heavily to beat the bath of Dundoon.
Windows were flung up, and protesting shouts were heard from sleepy men in garments hastily caught up. The Junior Prior, who had as long as possible refrained, saw he must intervene. He flung on a few necessary clothes and issued from his turret8.
Peter lay directly in his path. He paused irresolutely9 at the foot of the steps.
"Mr. Paragon10."
The Junior Prior asserted his authority with misgiving11.
"Sir?"
"Go to your rooms."
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Peter descended12 the steps unsteadily. Then he stopped, looking wistfully towards his bath. It was too much. He began to climb back again.
"Mr. Paragon," repeated the Junior Prior.
"Sir?"
"Need you do that again?"
"This," objected Peter with the faintest parody14 of Dundoon, "is most important."
The Junior Prior was seen to flush in the lamplight.
"Mr. Paragon, come down!"
Peter sighed and again started to descend13. He missed a step and fell rudely towards the Junior Prior, who stepped back to receive him. But the Junior Prior caught his slippered15 heel in a low iron railing that skirted the lawn, and fell with his legs in the air. Peter, caught by the parapet, gazed thoughtfully at the legs of the Junior Prior.
The Junior Prior was loosely clad. He had put his legs hastily into a pair of trousers, kept in place by the last abdominal16 button. Disordered by his sudden fall, the ends of the trousers projected beyond his feet.
Everything happened in a moment. Peter saw his enemy delivered up. His bland17 good-fellowship of the evening surrendered to Berserker rage. He stooped, and in a flash caught hold of the loose ends of the trousers. Unconscious of his enormous strength, he pulled sharp and wild. The button gave with a snap, and Peter, staggered for a moment by the recoil18, was next seen rushing up[Pg 110] the lawn, a strange banner streaming about his head.
Peter's friends were awed19 into silence. The ceremony which so largely figured in conversation at Gamaliel had at last been performed, and it had been performed on the Junior Prior.
Peter, in mad rush, came upon a meditative20 figure. The Warden21, working late into the night, was at last disturbed. He had arrived in time to see Peter staggering back from a recumbent figure in the middle distance. He watched Peter in his furious career down the lawn, and saw Peter's miserable22 victim glimmer23 hastily away into the far turret. The Warden was not ignorant of College politics. He already suspected that this was no ordinary achievement.
"Well, Mr. Paragon," he said as Peter forged into view. "Are these your property?"
He caught at the trousers, and Peter, struck comparatively sober, decided25 to temporise.
"They are not my property, sir. They are, f-f-th' moment, borrowed."
Peter felt very politic24 and clever.
"Who is the owner of this property?" asked the Warden.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot tell."
Peter was beginning to feel how impossible it was to face the fact that he had removed the trousers of the Junior Prior. He could not tell the Warden. It seemed indelicate. He wanted to cover the shame of his victim.
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"You know, of course, to whom this property belongs?" the Warden persisted.
"Yes, sir."
"But you refuse to say."
Peter was struck miserably26 silent. He did not like to deny the Warden, but he could not utter the outrage27 he had committed.
"Very well," said the Warden. "I will impound the property. Doubtless it will be claimed."
He quietly took possession of the trousers and turned to go.
"Mr. Paragon."
"Yes, sir?"
"I rely on you to see that the College is in bed within the next ten minutes. I shall send for you in the morning. Good night."
"Good night, sir."
Peter soberly reported the interview to his friends, and they decided to sleep.
Already the zest28 was beginning to go out of life. A comfortless grey light was beginning to peer dimly at the hanging burden of the trees.
Peter sat wakefully at his window. His revolt against the discipline of Gamaliel came merely to this—that he had removed the trousers of the Junior Prior. He had been noisy and foolish, and it had seemed the best joke in the world that his friends should give the laborious29 College servants at least an hour's extra work to do in the morning. A large side of bacon hanging grotesquely30 in the pale light intolerably mocked him[Pg 112] from the noble elm beside his window. He felt very old and tired. In the morning he was summoned to the Warden's house. The Warden met him seriously, as though, Peter thought, he instinctively31 knew how to make him ashamed.
"Well, Mr. Paragon, the property has been identified."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"I, too, am sorry, Mr. Paragon. You are sent down for the remaining days of the term, and I shall seriously have to consider whether I can allow you to come back after the vacation. I suppose you realise that the discipline of the College must be observed?"
"Yes, sir."
"The Junior Prior," the Warden continued with perfect gravity, "has been offered an important post in a Japanese university. Perhaps he will accept it. He desires to study the refraction of light in tropical atmospheres. It may therefore be possible for you to join us again next term. Otherwise I am afraid we shall have to strike you from the books. I think you understand the position, Mr. Paragon?"
"Yes, sir."
Peter cut short his friends when they asked for an account of his roasting.
"The Wuggins," he said emphatically, "is a big man. I'm going down by the seven-forty to Hamingburgh."
Peter wanted to get away without fuss, but the[Pg 113] Paggers would not hear of it. It was decided there must be a procession to the railway station. All the folly32 had gone out of Peter, but he was now helplessly a hero.
The procession started from the College gates. Fifty hansom-cabs, decorated with purple crape, formed up under the Warden's windows. The town band was hired to play a solemn march. Peter, compelled to bear the principal part in a joke which he no longer appreciated, was borne to the leading cab pale with mortification33. The slow journey to the station seemed interminable. All Oxford34 was grinning from the creeping pavement. At last the station was reached. Peter leaped from duress35, heartily36 cursed his friends, and, safe at last in the train, began to wonder how his uncle would receive him.
The Warden of Gamaliel had watched Peter's funeral procession from behind the curtains of his window. He smiled as he saw Peter borne forth37, clearly reflecting in his expressive38 young face an ineffectual dislike of his notoriety. The Warden turned from the window as the strains of a solemn march weakened along the street. He smiled again that day at odd times, but sometimes he pressed his lips together and shook his head.
"Peter Paragon is a good boy," he told the Fellows at dinner, "but I don't in the least know what we are going to do with him."
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awed
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