"So that is the end of Lewis! And to think I knew the fool at school and college and couldn't make a better job of him than this! Do you remember, John, how we used to call him 'Vaulting Ambition,' because he won the high jump and was a cocky beggar in general ?" "And do you remember when he got his First, and they wanted him to stand for a fellowship, but he was keen to get out of England and travel?
Do you remember that last night at Heston, when he told us all he was going to do, and took a bet with Wratislaw about it ?" It is probable that this sad elegy would have continued for hours, had not a servant approached with letters, which he distributed, two to Arthur Mordaunt and one to Mr.Winterham.A close observer might have seen that two of the envelopes were identical.

Arthur slipped one into his pocket, but tore open the other and read.
"It's from Lewie," he cried.

"He wants me down there next week at Etterick.

He says he is all alone and crazy to see old friends again." "Mine's the same!" said George, after puzzling out Mr.Haystoun's by no means legible writing.

"I say, John, of course we'll go.