As we came up, some few recognised Farrell, and raised a cheer. . . .
I dare say that helped: but anyhow the Sergeant worked us through
with great skill, here and there addressing a man good-naturedly and
advising him to go home and take his wages to the missus, because the
fun was over and soon there might be pickpockets about. In thirty
seconds or so we had reached the gate and were admitted.
The porter's lodge had escaped lightly. A trampled flower-bed,
flowerless at this season, and a few broken window-panes, were all
the evidence that the rioters had passed. A little farther on where
the broad carriage-way, that ran straight to the College portico,
threw out branches right and left to the Natural Science Buildings, a
number of ornamental shrubs had been mutilated, a few of the smaller
uprooted. Foe's laboratory lay to the left, and we were about to
take this bend when a tall man came striding across to us from the
right; a short way ahead of two others, one round and pursy and of
clerical aspect, the other an official in the Silversmiths' uniform.
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