(1) President of the Students' Association.

I met the .great man in his private smoking-room. He was faultlessly dressed and groomed, his hair brushed back from the forehead in the manner known as "bringing out the intellect," his mouth ornamented with a Con Amore cigarette. Around the walls I noticed many portraits of beautiful damsels. Several there were of one young lady in particular; I inferred she was his sister. An elegant cigar-box reposed upon the windowshelf. His table was bestrewn with papers and hooks; thousands of dance invitations had been consigned to the wastepaper basket. Particularly impressive was his famous collection of works on Education, bound in exquisite Morocco, the leaves goldtinted, the titles embossed in gold. Along one wall were sevexal rows of pegs upon which a confidential valet, with an artist's eye for colour, was arranging ties alongside appropriate pairs of socks.

All this I took in at a glance—then he exclaimed: "I'm busy." A boot was raised, and I found myself examining the stars from the landing on the staircase.