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extract from the opening pages ....

Walking up the avenue to the main building, Professor Daly found that he might almost have been seeing it all for the first time. It was late October and the Michaelmas Term had begun a fortnight ago. The trees were in their autumn beauty, and their solitary stillness smote his heart. The old red buildings glowed peacefully in the afternoon sun. He went into the main hall and stood hesitating, feeling an almost intolerable loneliness. This was an alien and a frightening sensation for him. He was rescued from it by a middle-aged porter who darted out of a little office at the back of the hall and scurried towards him.
"Good evening, Professor! Well, it's like old times to see you walking in through that door again. And how are you at all? And how are they all below in Galway?"
He was shaking Daly's hand and pawing his shoulder while he talked, as so many people feel entitled to do to the old. Though he had always disliked this man for his cunning, insinuating ways, Daly was grateful to him now for the warmth of his welcome. He disengaged himself deftly and said:
"Good evening, Jennings. It's good to be back."
He had no intention of replying to the slightly derisive question about the health of the people of Galway. He went on quickly:
"There is room for me in College, I believe?"
"In your old rooms, sir," said Jennings eagerly. "They're vacant at the moment, and the President said we were to put you in there."
He seized Daly's suitcase and led the way up the wide, polished staircase, chattering irritatingly all the while.
"You'll see great changes here, sir, since your time. Great changes. The President is a great man. Oh, a great man!"
"A very able man," said Daly gently, pained at the smallness of Jennings's supply of adjectives.
" 'Twould take yourself to think of the word, sir," said Jennings, looking at him with delight. "An able man, indeed."
Patronizing little So-and-so, thought Daly, glancing sideways at Jennings. A moment later he reproached himself for his harshness. It was no wonder that Jennings had developed a patronizing manner, after a quarter-century of playing nursemaid to professors. He hurried to make a friendly remark:
"I don't know the President very well. I was acquainted with him years ago, before he was appointed Professor of Mineralogy, but he had only been in College a year when I retired."
"That's right, sir," said Jennings. " 'Twas a pity he couldn't carry on with the mineralogy after he became President. But sure he couldn't be everywhere."
"Professor Gleeson succeeded him, I think?" said Daly.
"That's right, sir. A quiet sort of a man. The students say he's not a patch on Professor Bradley."
"Students always say that," said Daly tolerantly. "I remember Professor Gleeson as a very clever man indeed. Students like to be talking about the good old times. The greatest numskull is labelled a genius once he has retired."
"That's right, sir, of course," said Jennings coolly. "Sure they say the same about Professor Badger, sir, that he's only trotting after yourself."