No; Christina, of the parish of St. Martin, who used to
be Stoke's lotrix, has been detected at last. "Under pretence of
washing for scholars, multa mala perpetrata fuerunt," she has
committed all manner of crimes, and is now in the Spinning House,
carcerata fuit. Stoke wastes a malediction on the laundress, and,
dressing as well as he may, runs down to Parson's Pleasure, I hope,
and has a swim, for I find no tub in his room, or, indeed, in the
camera of any other scholar. It is now time to go, not to chapel--
for Catte's has no chapel--but to parish Church, and Stoke goes very
devoutly to St. Peter's, where we shall find him again, later in the
day, in another mood. About eight o'clock he "commonises" with a
Paris man, Henricus de Bourges, who has an admirable mode of cooking
omelettes, which makes his company much sought after at breakfast-
time. The University, in old times, was full of French students, as
Paris was thronged by Englishmen. Lectures begin at nine, and first
there is lecture in the hall by the principal of Catte's. That
scholar receives his pupils in a bare room, where it is very doubtful
whether the students are allowed to sit down. From the curious old
seal of the University of St. Andrews, however, it appears that the
luxury of forms was permitted, in Scotland, to all but the servitors,
who held the lecturer's candles. The principal of Catte's is in
academic dress, and wears a black cape, boots, and a hood.
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