You were playing the 'Areopagita,' and it all sounded so familiar to me that I thought I must come up.

I am not interrupting you, am I ?" "No, not at all," John answered.
"It is the last night of our undergraduate life, the last night we shall meet in Oxford as students.

To-morrow we make our bow to youth and become men.

We have not seen much of each other this term at any rate, and I daresay that is my fault.

But at least let us part as friends.
Surely our friends are not so many that we can afford to fling them lightly away." He held out his hand frankly, and his voice trembled a little as he spoke--partly perhaps from real emotion, but more probably from the feeling of reluctance which I have noticed men always exhibit to discovering any sentiment deeper than those usually deemed conventional in correct society.