The things we do!

Now up this stair to the students' room, where
I trust my young friend, Mr. Newcome, will labour assiduously. Ars longa
est, Mr. Newcome. Vita----'"
"I trembled," Clive said, "lest my father should introduce a certain
favourite quotation, beginning 'ingenuas didicisse'--but he refrained,
and we went into the room, where a score of students were assembled, who
all looked away from their drawing-boards as we entered.
"'Here will be your place, Mr. Newcome,' says the Professor, 'and here
that of your young friend--what did you say was his name?' I told him
Rigby, for my dear old governor has promised to pay for J. J. too, you
know. 'Mr. Chivers is the senior pupil and custos of the room in the
absence of my son. Mr. Chivers, Mr. Newcome; gentlemen, Mr. Newcome, a
new pupil. My son, Charles Gandish, Mr. Newcome. Assiduity, gentlemen,
assiduity. Ars longa. Vita brevis, et linea recta brevissima est. This
way, Colonel, down these steps, across the courtyard, to my own studio.


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