ve begun a letter already--"

"That was written last night," said the boy, as the tears gushed forth
afresh--"last night, when hope was almost certainty."

"Then I'll finish it," said Kate, taking up the half-written letter.

"Say to him--I would wish him to know all--say that I had beaten my
opponents down to one, and that he, too, almost gave up the contest,
when, somehow--I cannot now say exactly how or wherefore--I got into
a dispute with the examiner about the meaning of a word in Terence; he
seemed to enjoy the eagerness with which I defended my opinion for a
time, and actually encouraged my persistence, until at length, my temper
excited, and my brain on fire, I said something--I know not what--but
it was evidently an offence, for he closed the book, and merely
replied--'Enough, sir, I give your opponent the premium; his temper
more than compensates for any deficiency in his scholarship; and I was
beaten." The last words evoked all his sorrow once more, and the youth
burst into tears.

"That, then, I call unfair," said Kate, passionately, "unless the
gentleman were the arbiter of temperament, as well as talent. Come,
Herbert, even this should reconcile you to your fortune: you have not
failed unworthily."

"But my uncle, Kate--my uncle will deem it far otherwise. To guard
against this very error of my temper was almost the last pledge I made
him, and here, in my first trial, see how I have kept my promise."

"Leave the explanation to me, only promise one thing--and mind,
Herbert, this is a pledge there must be no forgetting--do all in your
power--spare nothing to win the next time. I care not whether you ever
carry away another prize within these walls; but one you must have. Is
this agreed?--give me your hand upon it. There, that's like your own
self, and now don't waste another thought on what's bygone. The Travers
invited you to dine with them to-day."

"Oh, no--no."

"No--I have not any intention to press you, only come soon to see us--to
see _me_." She kissed his forehead tenderly as she spoke the last word,
and glided rapidly from the room.

CHAPTER XXIX. FIRST IMPRESSIONS.

Kate O'Donoghue was more deeply affected by Herbert's failure than she
had let appear to the youth, or even confessed to herself. It was not
that the character of his ambition enlisted her sympathies, or engaged
her interest. Far from it: she thought too meanly of such triumphs, and
knew not how far they shed an influe