eard enough of this sentence to be aware that it was highly
insolent; and the flush on De Vayne's cheek showed that he too had
caught something of its meaning.

"Never mind that boor's rudeness," he said. "I feel more than honoured
to be in the sizar's company. How admirably quiet you are, Julian,
under such conduct!"

"I try to be; not always with success, though," he answered, as his
breast swelled, and his lip quivered with indignation

"Scorn!--to be scorned by one that I scorn:
Is that a matter to make me fret?
Is that a matter to cause regret?
Stop! let's come into chapel."

They went into chapel together. De Vayne walked into the noblemen's
seats, and Julian, hot and angry, and with the words, "Scorn!--to be
scorned by one that I scorn," still ringing in his ears, strode up the
whole length of the chapel to the obscure corner set apart--is it not
very needlessly set apart?--for the sizars' use.

Saint Werner's chapel on a Sunday evening is a moving sight. Five
hundred men in surplices thronging the chapel from end to end--the very
flower of English youth, in manly beauty, in strength, in race, in
courage, in mind--all kneeling side by side, bound together in a common
bond of union by the grand historic associations of that noble place--
all mingling their voices together with the trebles of the choir and the
thunder-music of the organ. This is a spectacle not often equalled; and
to take a share in it, as one for whose sake in part it has been
established, is a privilege not to be forgotten. The music, the
devotion, the spirit of the place, smoothed the swelling thoughts of
Julian's troubled heart. "Are we not all brethren? Hath not one Father
begotten us?" Such began to be the burden of his thoughts, rather than
the old "Scorn!--to be scorned by one that I scorn." And when the
glorious tones of the anthem ceased, and the calm steady voice of the
chaplain was heard alone, uttering in the sudden hush the grand overture
to the noble prayer--

"_O Lord, our heavenly Father, high and mighty, King of Kings, Lord of
Lords, the only Ruler of princes, who dost from thy throne behold all
the dwellers upon earth_."

Then the last demon of wrath was exorcised, and Julian thought to
himself--

"No; from henceforth I scorn no one, and am indifferent alike to the
proud man's scorn and the base man's sneer."

The two incidents that we have narrated made Julian fear that his
position as a sizar woul