s even for things he can least understand, have
made me much happier than I should have been. Now, _he_ might have done
Hazlet some good, whereas your opposition, my dear fellow, will only
make him more rampant than ever. Ah, here Lillyston comes."

"What an honest open face," said Kennedy.

"Like the soul which looks through it, _sans peur et sans reproche_,"
said Julian warmly.

"Rather a contrast to the last comer," murmured Kennedy, as he picked up
his cap and gown to walk to the lecture-room.

"There, don't think of Hazlet any more," said Julian.

"`He prayeth best who loveth best
All things both great and small,
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.'

"A capital good motto that; isn't it, Hugh?"

"I must love Hazlet as one of the very small things, then," said the
incorrigible Kennedy as he left the room with the other two.

Hazlet was put on to construe during the lecture, and if anything could
have shaken the brazen tower of his self-confidence, it would have been
the egregious display of incapacity which followed; but Hazlet rather
piqued himself on his indifference to the poor blind heathen poets, on
whose names he usually dealt reprobation broadcast. "Like lions that
die of an ass's kick," those wronged great souls lay prostrate before
Hazlet's wrathful heels.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

THE SCORN OF SCORN.

"And not a man, for being simply man,
Hath any honour, but honour for those honours
That are without him--as place, riches, favour,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit."
_Shakespeare_.

Very different in all respects were Julian's rencontres with others of
his old schoolfellows. There were some, indeed, among them who had left
Harton while they were still in low forms, and some whose tastes and
pursuits were so entirely different from his own, that it was hardly
likely that he should maintain any other intercourse with them than such
as was demanded by a slight acquaintance. But of Bruce, at any rate, it
might have been expected that he would see rather more than proved to be
the case. Bruce, as having been head of the school during the period
when Julian was a monitor, had been thrown daily into his company, and,
as inmates of the same house, they had acted together in the thousand
little scenes which diversify the bright and free monotony of a
schoolboy's life.

But the first fortnight passed by, and Bruce had not called on Julian,
and as they were o