And meantime to rin doon for yer Euclid and yer Hutton, and lat's see whaur ye are." There was more ground for Mr Cupples's warning than Alec had the smallest idea of.

He had concluded long ago that all possible relations, even those of enmity--practical enmity at least--were over between them, and that Mr Beauchamp considered the bejan sufficiently punished for thrashing him, by being deprived of his condescending notice for the rest of the ages.

But so far was this from being the true state of the case, that, although Alec never suspected it, Beauchamp had in fact been dogging and haunting him from the very commencement of the session, and Mr Cupples had caught him in only one of many acts of the kind.

In the anatomical class, where they continued to meet, he still attempted to keep up the old look of diadain, as if the lesson he had received had in no way altered their relative position.

Had Alec known with what difficulty, and under what a load of galling recollection, he kept it up, he would have been heartily sorry for him.