He leaned back weakly in his desk. --It's best of his play not to, Fleming said. I myself, miss--" "Well?" "I can't stay. The soul of the gallant venal city which his elders had told him of had shrunk with time to a faint mortal odour rising from the earth and he knew that in a moment when he entered the sombre college he would be conscious of a corruption other than that of Buck Egan and Burnchapel Whaley.