 another tag - to let byegones be byegones.
    Ernest, not yet having his name on the books, was able to dine with his
father at the fellows' table of one of the other colleges on the invitation of
an old friend of his father's; he there made acquaintance with sundry of the
good things of this life, the very names of which were new to him, and felt as
he ate them that he was now indeed receiving a liberal education. When at length
the time came for him to go to Emmanuel, where he was to sleep in his new rooms,
his father came with him to the gates and saw him safe into college; a few
minutes more and he found himself alone in a room for which he had a latchkey.
    From this time he dated many days which if not quite unclouded were upon the
whole very happy ones. I need not however describe them, as the life of a quiet
steady-going undergraduate has been told in a score of novels better than I can
tell it. Some of Ernest's schoolfellows came up to Cambridge at the same time as
himself, and with these he continued on friendly terms during the whole of his
college career; other schoolfellows were only a year or two years his seniors;
these called on him, and he thus made a sufficiently favourable entrée into
college life. A straightforwardness of character that was stamped upon his face,
a love of humour, and a temper which was more easily appeased than ruffled, made
up for some awkwardness and want of savoir faire; he soon became a not unpopular
member of the best set of his year; and though neither capable of becoming, nor
aspiring to become, a leader, was admitted by the leaders as among their nearer
hangers-on.
    Of ambition he had at that time not one particle; greatness, or indeed
superiority of any kind, seemed so far off and incomprehensible to him that the
idea of connecting it with himself never crossed his mind; if he could escape
the notice of all those with whom he did not feel himself en rapport, he
conceived that he had triumphed sufficiently. He did not care about taking a
good degree except that it must be good enough to keep his father and mother
quiet; he did not dream of being able to get a fellowship; if he had, he would
have tried hard to do so, for he became so fond of Cambridge that he could not
bear the thought of having to leave it; the briefness indeed of the season
during which his present happiness was to last was the only thing that now
