Chris If you get the chance to read William Horwood's "Skallagrigg", I guarantee you'll enjoy it.
Here's the other thing I said I'd do.
Roy had presented a very fine bottle that evening, fearing that it might be for the last time. I was afraid for him ; in this mood he could do himself harm. We left the combination room for one of the walks that could last all night, passing old Arthur Brown on the way to his lodgings.
"I'm not prepared to ignore the possibility of or losing his war" Roy said as we passed the ancient walls of another college. He suddenly stopped talking and stood completely still. A woman's voice floated out of an open window over the smell of jasmine and acacia. We would recognise that dying fall anywhere; Rosalind.
When I started on this I forgot the lady in question was called Rosalind!