The gossip of his fellow-students which strove to render the flat life of the college significant at any cost loved to think of him as a young fenian. "As I've told you, however, it doesn't matter. The place, with its gray sky and withered garlands, its bared spaces and scattered dead leaves, was like a theater after the performance-- all strewn with crumpled playbills. --Didn't I tell you he was a smiler? said Temple, turning right and left.