It was true that it was only roughly painted, but to one who knew the tune there was no room left for doubt.
Here was a new cause, I will not say for surprise, but for reflection.
It might, of course, have been merely a coincidence that the artist should have chosen to paint in this picture this particular piece of music; but it seemed more probable that it had actually been a favourite air of Adrian Temple, and that he had chosen deliberately to have it represented with him.

This discovery I kept entirely to myself, not thinking it wise to communicate it to my brother, lest by doing so I might reawaken his interest in a subject which I hoped he had finally dismissed from his thoughts.
In the second week of April the happy party at Royston was dispersed, John returning to Oxford for the summer term, Mrs.Temple making a short visit to Scotland, and Constance coming to Worth Maltravers to keep me company for a time.
It was John's last term at Oxford.

He expected to take his degree in June, and his marriage with Constance Temple had been provisionally arranged for the September following.

He returned to Magdalen Hall in the best of spirits, and found his rooms looking cheerful with well-filled flower-boxes in the windows.

I shall not detain you with any long narration of the events of the term, as they have no relation to the present history.