...on his luck, walking through snow flurries on his way down the bricked walkways between buikdings l l towards his kwn o l miser- able student apartment. "Where are you going, old fellow?" he called out, and stopped him with a hand on his arm."Do come to our place: ; it's cosy there ans it will be quite alre i ight!" The snow was cold and it was too tempting an offer. SCNE ENE N THREE.