The results would not be published for some weeks to come.

The last night of the term had arrived, the last night too of John's Oxford career.

It was near nine o'clock, but still quite light, and the rich orange glow of sunset had not yet left the sky.

The air was warm and sultry, as on that eventful evening when just a year ago he had for the first time seen the figure or the illusion of the figure of Adrian Temple.

Since that time he had played the "Areopagita" many, many times; but there had never been any reappearance of that form, nor even had the once familiar creaking of the wicker chair ever made itself heard.