Across from the University of London, a café housed a table simply adorned with a few dishes of snacks, where four young men with time to spare gathered for casual conversation on their day off.
Eld, with one hand casually draped over the back of his chair, asked the two sitting opposite, "So, you two are not students of the University of London?"
Both shook their heads, and Mil began, "We are friends, who met at the London Debating Society."
"The Debating Society?"
Arthur added some milk to his coffee, stirring it as he inquired, "Why would the Debating Society come to debate on the campus of the University of London? Our college is noisy enough as it is. You might not know what it's like to cram Protestants, Catholics, atheists, and a whole bunch of strangely shaped things into the same campus."
Robuck teased, "Can it be worse than Oxford?"
Eld immediately felt a connection, his tone warming considerably, "You don't fancy Oxford either?"