Part 1 (2/2)

MR. VERDANT GREEN DOES AS HE HAS BEEN DONE BY.

One morning, Mr. Verdant Green and Mr. Bouncer were lounging in the venerable gateway of Brazenface. The former gentleman, being of an amiable, tame-rabbit-keeping disposition, was making himself very happy by whistling popular airs to the Porter's pet bullfinch, who was laboriously engaged on a small tread-mill, winding up his private supply of water. Mr. Bouncer, being of a more volatile temperament, was amusing himself by asking the Porter's opinion on the foreign policy of Great Britain, and by making very audible remarks on the pa.s.sers-by. His attention was at length riveted by the appearance on the other side of the street, of a modest-looking young gentleman, who appeared to be so ill at ease in his frock-coat and ”stick-up” collars, as to lead to the strong presumption that he wore those articles of manly dress for the first time.

”I'll bet you a bottle of blacking, Giglamps,” said little Mr. Bouncer, as he directed our hero's attention to the stranger, ”that this respected party is an intending Freshman. Look at his customary suits of solemn black, as Oth.e.l.lo, or Hamlet, or some other swell, says in Shakspeare. And, besides his black go-to-meeting bags, please to observe,” continued the little gentleman, in the tone of a wax-work showman; ”please to hobserve the pecooliarity hof the hair-chain, likewise the straps of the period. Look! he's coming this way. Giglamps, I vote we take a rise out of the youth. Hem! Good morning! Can we have the pleasure of a.s.sisting you in anything.”

”Yes, sir! thank you, sir,” replied the youthful stranger, who was flus.h.i.+ng like a girl up to the very roots of his curly, auburn hair; ”perhaps, sir, you can direct me to Brazenface College, sir?”'

”Well, sir! it's not at all improbable, sir, but what I could, sir;”

replied Mr. Bouncer; ”but, perhaps, sir, you'll first favour me with your name, and your business there, sir.”

”Certainly, sir!” rejoined the stranger; and, while he fumbled at his card-case, the experienced Mr. Bouncer whispered to our hero, ”Told you he was a sucking Freshman, Giglamps! He has got a bran new card-case, and says 'sir' at the sight of the academicals.” The card handed to Mr.

Bouncer, bore the name of ”MR. JAMES PUCKER;” and, in smaller characters in the corner of the card, were the words, ”_Brazenface College, Oxford_.”

”I came, sir,” said the blus.h.i.+ng Mr. Pucker, ”to enter for my matriculation examination, and I wished to see the gentleman who will have to examine me, sir.”

”The doose you do!” said Mr. Bouncer sternly; ”then young, man, allow me to say, that you've regularly been and gone and done it, and put your foot in it most completely.”

”How-ow-ow, how, sir?” stammered the dupe.

”How?” replied Mr. Bouncer, still more sternly; ”do you mean to brazen out your offence by asking how? What _could_ have induced you, sir, to have had printed on this card the name of this College, when you've not a prospect of belonging to it--it may be for years, it may be for never, as the bard says. You've committed a most grievous offence against the University statutes, young gentleman; and so this gentleman here--Mr.

Pluckem, the junior examiner--will tell you!” and with that, little Mr.

Bouncer nudged Mr. Verdant Green, who took his cue with astonis.h.i.+ng apt.i.tude, and glared through his gla.s.ses at the trembling Mr. Pucker, who stood blus.h.i.+ng, and bowing, and heartily repenting that his school-boy vanity had led him to invest four-and-sixpence in ”100 cards, and plate, engraved with name and address.”

”Put the cards in your pocket, sir, and don't let me see them again!”

said our hero in his newly-confirmed t.i.tle of the junior examiner; quite rejoiced at the opportunity afforded him of proving to his friend that _he_ was no longer a Freshman.

”He forgives you for the sake of your family, young man!” said Mr.

Bouncer with pathos; ”you've come to the right shop, for _this_ is Brazenface; and you've come just at the right time, for here is the gentleman who will a.s.sist Mr. Pluckem in examining you;” and Mr. Bouncer pointed to Mr. Four-in-hand Fosbrooke, who was coming up the street on his way from the Schools, where he was making a very laudable (but as it proved, futile) endeavour ”to get through his smalls,” or, in other words, to pa.s.s his Little-go examination. The hoax which had been suggested to the ingenious mind of Mr. Bouncer, was based upon the fact of Mr. Fosbrooke's being properly got-up for his sacrifice in a white tie, and a pair of very small bands--the two articles, which, with the usual academicals, form the costume demanded by Alma Mater of all her children when they take their places in her Schools. And, as Mr.

Fosbrooke was far too politic a gentleman to irritate the Examiners by appearing in a ”loud” or sporting costume, he had carried out the idea of clerical character suggested by the bands and choker, by a quiet, gentlemanly suit of black, which, he had fondly hoped, would have softened his Examiners' manners, and not permitted them to be brutal.

Mr. Four-in-hand Fosbrooke, therefore, to the unsophisticated eye of the blus.h.i.+ng Mr. Pucker, presented a very fine specimen of the Examining Tutor; and this impression on Mr. Pucker's mind was heightened by Mr.

Fosbrooke, after a few minutes' private conversation with the other two gentlemen, turning to him, and saying, ”It will be extremely inconvenient to me to examine you now; but as you probably wish to return home as soon as possible, I will endeavour to conclude the business at once--this gentleman, Mr. Pluckem,” pointing to our hero, ”having kindly promised to a.s.sist me. Mr. Bouncer, will you have the goodness to follow with the young gentleman to my rooms?”

Leaving Mr. Pucker to express his thanks for this great kindness, and Mr. Bouncer to plunge him into the depths of trepidation by telling him terrible _stories_ of the Examiner's fondness for rejecting the candidates for examination, Mr. Fosbrooke and our hero ascended to the rooms of the former, where they hastily cleared away cigar-boxes and pipes, turned certain French pictures with their faces to the wall, and covered over with an outspread _Times_ a regiment of porter and spirit bottles which had just been smuggled in, and were drawn up rank-and-file on the sofa. Having made this preparation, and furnished the table with pens, ink, and scribble-paper, Mr. Bouncer and the victim were admitted.

”Take a seat, sir,” said Mr. Fosbrooke, gravely; and Mr. Pucker put his hat on the ground, and sat down at the table in a state of blus.h.i.+ng nervousness. ”Have you been at a public school?”

”Yes, sir,” stammered the victim; ”a very public one, sir; it was a boarding-school, sir; forty boarders, and thirty day-boys, sir; I was a day-boy, sir, and in the first cla.s.s.”

”First cla.s.s of an uncommon slow train!” muttered Mr. Bouncer.

”And are you going back to the boarding-school?” asked Mr. Verdant Green, with the air of an a.s.sistant judge.

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