A quarter past twelve
` The mulled port is smoking on the table before me , and Professor Grime has won . Tossing is a game of chance ; but on every ground , whether of public or private character , intellectual endowments , or scientific attainments , I can not help expressing my opinion that Professor Woodensconce _ ought _ to have come off victorious . There is an exultation about Professor Grime incompatible , I fear , with true greatness . ' ` _ A quarter past twelve _ . ` Professor Grime continues to exult , and to boast of his victory in no very measured terms , observing that he always does win , and that he knew it would be a `` head '' beforehand , with many other remarks of a similar nature . Surely this gentleman is not so lost to every feeling of decency and propriety as not to feel and know the superiority of Professor Woodensconce ? Is Professor Grime insane ?