t it? Shame to be wasting it in a blooming train!"

"Yes!"

He wished that the train would break down so that he need not part from
Gilbert yet, but while he was wishing, it began to move. Gilbert stood
back from the carriage and waved his hand to him, and Henry leant with
his head through the window of his carriage, smiling....

"Damn Trinity," he said, sitting back in his seat, and letting
depression envelop him. "Damn and blast Trinity!..."

THE SECOND BOOK

OF

CHANGING WINDS

I write of Youth, of Love, and have Accesse
By these, to sing of cleanly-Wantonnesse.

HERRICK.

THE FIRST CHAPTER

1

Henry Quinn climbed into a carriage at Amiens Street station and sat
back in his seat and puffed with pleasure, blowing out his breath with a
long "poo-ing" sound. He was quit of Trinity College at last! Thank God,
he was quit of it at last! The hatred with which he had entered Trinity
had, in his four years of graduation, been mitigated ... there were even
times when he had kindly thoughts of Trinity ... but every letter he
received from Gilbert Farlow or Ninian Graham or Roger Carey stirred the
resentment he felt at his separation from his friends who had gone to
Cambridge, and so, in spite of the kindlier feeling he now had for the
College, he was happy to think that he was quitting it for the last
time. "But it isn't Irish," he insisted when his father complained of
his lack of love for Trinity. "It's ... it's a hermaphrodite of a
college, neither one thing nor another, English nor Irish. I always
feel, when I step out of College Green into Trinity, that I've stepped
right out of Ireland and landed on the point of a rock in the middle of
the Irish Sea ... and the point pricks and is damned uncomfortable!"

"You've got the English habit of damning everything, Henry!" his father
replied at a tangent.

But Henry would not be drawn away from his argument.

"The atmosphere of the place is all wrong," he went on. "The Provost
looks down the side of his nose at you if he thinks you take an interest
in Ireland!"

Mr. Quinn, in his eagerness to defend his College from reproaches which
he knew to be deserved, reminded Henry that the Provost had a
considerable reputation as a Greek scholar, but his effort only
delivered him more completely into Henry's hands.

"But, father," Henry said, "you yourself used to say what's the good of
knowing all about Greece when you don't know anything about