had used no
undue influence, he had forged no will; he had merely striven to make
them realise their stewardship, to inspire them with his own ideal. In
this effort he could find no grounds for self-accusation; on the
contrary, the effort was a merit he might lay with humble pride before
his God, when the secrets of all hearts shall be revealed.

Presently he resumed his way, until he stood directly opposite the
towers, at the foot of the path which crossed the intervening meadows.
Here the gateway was to have been built, similar to that of Trinity
College, Cambridge, with flanking towers and a statue, perhaps of
himself, standing above the portal. At the thought the bishop smiled
ironically, and began a tentative progress up the hill.

The later hours of the night had been cold and the ground was still
fairly firm, even under the softening influence of the noonday sun. As
he went further, the students began to come from their recitations and to
disperse toward their various rooms. One figure, however, detached
itself from the rest and struck out across the upper campus in the
direction of the bronze statue of the founder, who stood with hand
outstretched in perennial blessing toward the hall which one of his
successors had reared. That successor now caught sight of a head and
shoulders emerging above the rim of the plateau, until a man's full
length came into view and rapidly descended the slope. Then the bishop
recognised Leigh. His greeting to the young man was affable, and his
pause an invitation.

"You are adventurous to come this way," he remarked, prodding the earth
with his cane. "This crust will scarcely sustain the weight of an old
Tithonus like myself, let alone a vigorous young Ajax like you."

Leigh glanced down at his soiled shoes, and smiled with an appreciation
of the ironies of life not unlike that which the other had felt so
recently. "I came this way for sentimental reasons, I imagine," he
replied. "This is a good point from which to look back at the towers."

"Then you 've caught the disease too?" the bishop asked. "But one can't
long remain an immune in St. George's Hall."

"I shall have plenty of time to recover," Leigh returned, "when I shall
have left."

"Yes--yes," the bishop murmured. "I heard something about that. There
was an unfortunate misunderstanding, concerning which I believe I can set
Dr. Renshaw right. It will give me great pleasure, Mr. Leigh, if you
will not t