emnity of a last message,
words which years before he had found marked in a little book of
Meditations borrowed from Grey's table--words long treasured and often
repeated:--

'Amid a world of forgetfulness and decay, in the sight of his own
shortcomings and limitations, or on the edge of the tomb, he alone who
has found his soul in losing it, who in singleness of mind _has lived in
order to love and understand_, will find that the God who is near to him
as his own conscience has a face of light and love!'

Pressing the phrases into his memory, he listened to the triumphant
outbursts of the Christian service.

'Man's hope,' he thought, 'has grown humbler than this. It keeps now a
more modest mien in the presence of the Eternal Mystery; but is it in
truth less real, less sustaining? Let Grey's trust answer for me.'

He walked away absorbed, till at last in the little squalid street
outside the cemetery it occurred to him to look round for Langham.
Instead, he found Cathcart who had just come up with him.

'Is Langham behind?' he asked. 'I want a word with him before I go.'

'Is he here?' asked the other, with a change of expression.

'But of course! He was in the chapel. How could, you----'

'I thought he would probably go away,' said Cathcart, with some
bitterness. 'Grey made many efforts to get him to come and see him
before he became so desperately ill. Langham came once. Grey never asked
for him again.'

'It is his old horror of expression, I suppose,' said Robert, troubled;
'his dread of being forced to take a line, to face anything certain and
irrevocable. I understand. He could not say good-by to a friend to save
his life. There is no shirking that! One must either do it or leave it!'

Cathcart shrugged his shoulders, and drew a masterly little picture of
Langham's life in college. He had succeeded by the most adroit devices
in completely isolating himself both from the older and the younger men.

'He attends college-meeting sometimes, and contributes a sarcasm or
two on the cramming system of the college. He takes a constitutional to
Summertown every day on the least frequented side of the road, that he
may avoid being spoken to. And as to his ways of living, he and I happen
to have the same scout--old Dobson, you remember? And if I would let
him, he would tell me tales by the hour. He is the only man in the
University who knows anything about it. I gather from what he says
that Langham is becoming a c