Constance, however, could not be induced to trouble her head about him.

"He bored Mamma and me dreadfully," she said--"he had seven pokers up his back, and was never human for a minute.

I don't want to see him at all." Oxford, however, seemed to be of the opinion that ex-viceroys do want to see their cousins; for the Hooper party found themselves asked as a matter of course to the All Souls' luncheon, the Vice-Chancellor's garden-party, and to a private dinner-party in Christ Church on the day of the Encaenia, at which all the new-made doctors were to be present.

As for the ball-tickets for Commem.

week, they poured in; and meanwhile there were endless dinner-parties, and every afternoon had its river picnic, now on the upper, now on the lower river.
It was clear, indeed, both to her relations and to Oxford in general, that Constance Bledlow was to be the heroine of the moment.