But if unseized, she glides away like wind,
And leaves repenting folly far behind,
Now, now she meets you with a glorious prize,
And spreads her locks before her as she flies.
--DRYDEN.

The next morning at the appointed hour the Rev. Mr. Lyle and Victor
Hartman left their hotel together and went to Mrs. Wheatfield's, to
escort the ladies to the University, where Dr. Jones and Alden Lytton
were to meet them and introduce them to the president. The two gentlemen
found the young ladies already dressed and waiting.

Miss Cavendish explained that her aunt did not care about seeing more of
the University than she had already seen, and preferred to remain in the
house with the bishop's widow and rest that day.

And so, under the circumstances, they--Miss Cavendish and her young
friends--had decided not to have a carriage, but to take advantage of
the fine morning and walk the short mile that lay between the village
and its great seat of learning.

Nothing could have pleased their escorts better than this plan.

And soon they--the party of five--set out upon the pleasant country road
that led out to the University.

Emma Cavendish and Laura Lytton led the way, and by Laura's side walked
the Rev. Mr. Lyle. Electra dropped a little behind, and was attended by
Victor Hartman.

They talked of the fine morning and of the beautiful country, of the
grand Commencement of the preceding day and of the University they were
going to see; but they talked in an absent-minded manner, as if, indeed,
they were both thinking of something else.

This lasted until they were half-way to the place, when at length
Electra turned suddenly upon Victor and said:

"Do you know, Mr. Brent, that your face seems a very familiar one to
me?"

"Indeed!" said Victor, bending his head nearer to her.

"Yes, indeed! Your face struck me as being familiar the first moment I
saw you, and this impression has grown deeper every moment we have been
walking together; and now I _know_ of whom you remind me," answered
Electra; and then she paused and looked at him.

He made no remark.

"You do not care to know who that was, it seems," she said.

"Oh, yes, I do, I assure you, Miss Coroni, if you please to tell me!"

"Then you remind me of a poor lad whom I once knew and liked very much
in New York, when I was as poor as himself," said Electra, meaningly.

"It is very kind of you to remember th