The Cambridge Quintet

The tall, balding, avuncular man in the slightly rumpled suit and horn-rimmed glasses looked like nothing so much as a droopy-eyed basset hound as he bustled about his old rooms at Christ's College, instructing Simmons, the manservant, as to exactly where to place the tray of glasses and the bottles of sherry, whisky and water and, in general, reliving a bit of his life here as a student.