When the Cambridge undergraduate appeared, he was, on
the contrary, very tall and thin, with a slight stoop, and so far
from wearing a high stock, he had an exceedingly long neck
emerging from a very low collar. His name was Arthur James
Balfour.
I think Mr. Balfour and the late Mr. George Wyndham were the only
pupils of Chittenden's who made names for themselves. The rest of
us were content to plod along in the rut, though we had been
taught to concentrate, to remember, and to observe.
Compared with the manner in which little boys are now pampered at
preparatory schools, our method of life appears very Spartan. We
never had fires or any heating whatever in our dormitories, and
the windows were always open. We were never given warm water to
wash in, and in frosty weather our jugs were frequently frozen
over. Truth compels me to admit that this freak of Nature's was
rather welcomed, for little boys are not as a rule over-enamoured
of soap and water, and it was an excellent excuse for avoiding any
ablutions whatever. We rose at six, winter and summer, and were in
school by half-past six.
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