THIS SORT OF THING LED to Daniel's spending much time going for walks in Cambridge's gardens and greens, where, if he chose his route carefully, he could stroll for a quarter of an hour without having to step over the body of an unconscious young scholar, or (in warmer weather) make apologies for having stumbled upon Monmouth, or one of his courtiers, copulating with a prostitute al fresco .More than once, he noticed another solitary young man strolling around the Backs. Daniel knew nothing of him – he had made no impression upon the College whatsoever. But once Daniel got in the habit of looking for him, he began to notice him here and there, skulking around the edges of University life. The boy was a sizar – a nobody from the provinces trying to escape from the lower class by taking holy orders and angling for a deaconage in some gale-chafed parish. He and the other sizars (such as Roger Comstock) could be seen descending on the dining-hall after the upper classes – pensioners (e.g., Daniel) and fellow-commoners (e.g., Monmouth and Upnor) – had departed, to forage among their scraps and clean up their mess.