e said, pleased with Leigh's exclamation of interest. "I
thought this was more in your line. This equatorial telescope and
sliding roof are the gift of a former alumnus, left us by a provision
in his will. I had hoped he would contribute something toward the
chapel." His sigh, his abstracted look, showed how much more
acceptable such a gift would have been. "Our present chapel in the
main building is more fitted for an assembly hall or commons. Please
God, we shall one day worship Him in a separate edifice more worthy of
the purpose." He depressed the eye end of the telescope until the
muzzle pointed upward above the parapet toward the sky. "The shed," he
went on, "cannot be seen from below. I refused to allow an incongruous
dome to be built here, but the sliding flat roof answers the purpose as
well. You may find a senior who wishes to take astronomy, but I fear
that most of your effort must be expended in drilling elementary
mathematics into recalcitrant freshmen and sophomores. Your
predecessor was a good mathematician as far as he went, but he did n't
go as far as the stars. He tried it once, and fell, like Icarus, into
the sea. In other words, he published something based upon
insufficient data, I believe, which reflected no credit on the college.
Then he naturally blamed the instrument."

"I have done something in astronomy," Leigh remarked, "and hope to do
more."

"Well, I must leave you now," said his conductor. "You must come and
dine with us soon. I would like you to meet my daughter. Say a week
from to-night, at seven. I 'll leave you here, if you wish, to examine
the telescope further. Doctor Renshaw will give you all necessary
information in regard to your rooms, the entrance examinations, _et
cetera_."

He had almost disappeared down the stairs as he said these words.
Presently his head and shoulders arose once more above the roof.

"And here are the keys," he added. "What did you say your given name
was?"

"Llewellyn," Leigh answered, surprised at the abruptness of the
question.

"Ah," said the bishop, chuckling softly, "so it is. A good Welsh name,
but Peter would be more appropriate under the circumstances."

With this little jest, whose significance Leigh was somewhat slow in
grasping, he once more descended the stairs.

It was now high noon, and Leigh, left alone, paced up and down the
large, sunny square, filled with appreciative thoughts of the bishop.
So benign and hu