He was the head of the school when I, the elder, was a lout in the lower fourth.
She yelled; and the knights, laughing, took the lout, And thrust him from the gate.
I saw that the lout was astonished not to hear the lamentations he expected.
And he stood, something of a lout, with nervous hands upon his hips.
The lout was in clover; nothing could have suited him so well.