One morning he had an unpleasant surprise. The Dean of the College, Mr. Gretton, a tall, rather grimly handsome man, who was immensely conscientious and laborious, and did his work as well as a virtuous man could, who was not interested in education, and frankly bored by the irresponsibility of undergraduates, walked into his rooms one morning and said, “I hope I don’t interrupt you? I want to have a word with you about Sandys, as he is your cousin. There was a dinner in College last night—a club, I think—Guthrie and that lot—and Sandys got undeniably drunk. They were making a horrible row about two o’clock, and I went down and dispersed them. There were some outside men there whose names I took; but Sandys was quite out of control, and spoke very impertinently to me. He must come and apologise, or I shall ask that he may be sent down. He is a respectable man on the whole, so I shall not push it to extremes. But he will be gated, of course, and I shall write to his father. I thought you had better see him, and try if you can do anything. It is a great nuisance, and the less said about it the better; but of course we can’t stand this kind of thing, and it had better be stopped at once.”
“Yes, I will see him at once,” said Howard. “I am very sorry. I did not think he would play the fool like that.”
“One never knows!” said the Dean; “to speak plainly, I don’t think he is doing much good here. Rather too much a man of the world for my taste. But there is nothing particular against him, and I don’t want to be hard on him.”
Howard sent for Jack at once. He came in, in an obviously rebellious frame of mind.