I do think, sir, as the fellows should stop it." Sorell agreed, and went off to the surgery, thinking furiously.

Suppose the boy's hand--and his fine talent--had been permanently injured by that arrogant bully, Falloden, and his set! And Constance Bledlow had been entangling herself with him--in spite of what anybody could say! He thought with disgust of the scenes of the Marmion ball, of the reckless way in which Constance had encouraged Falloden's pursuit of her, of the talk of Oxford.

His work with the Greats' papers had kept him away from the Magdalen ball, and he had heard nothing of it.

No doubt that foolish child had behaved in the same way there.

He was thankful he had not been there to see.