ensation she had caused by the rare beauty of
her blossoming womanhood. _Her_ whole heart was in the act of worship,
except when it wandered for a moment to her poor sick Eddy, whom they
had left alone, or for another moment to one whom she could not but see
before her in the scholars' seats. She did not know that men were
looking at her, as she raised her clear warbling voice amid the silvery
trebles of the choir, and uttered with all the expressiveness of genuine
emotion those strains of poetry and passion which thrilled from the
heart to the harp of the warrior-prophet and poet-king. And never did
truer prayers come from a woman's lips than those which her heart
offered as her head was bowed that night.

The service was over, and the congregation streamed out. That evening
the ante-chapel was fuller than usual of men, who stayed nominally to
hear the organ; but besides those musical souls, who always linger to
hear the voluntary, or to talk in little groups, there were others who,
on that pretence, waited to catch another glimpse--a last glimpse of
eyes whose deep and lovely colour had flowed into their souls. They
were disappointed though, for Eva dropped her veil. With a graceful bow
to Mr Norton, which he returned with courteous dignity, she took
Julian's proffered arm, and walked out into the court, her father
following. A proud man was Julian that evening, and the subject of
kindly envy to not a few.

But that little incident--the many eyes that had seen his treasure--
determined Julian to take the step which he had long decided upon in his
secret heart. He was half-jealous of the open, unconcealed admiration
which Eva had excited, and it made him fear lest another should approach
the object of his love, and occupy a place in the heart which he had not
even demanded as his own. He was positively in a hurry. What if some
undergraduate should get an introduction to Eva--some gay and handsome
Adonis--and should suddenly carry away her heart?

So when Mr Kennedy went into the sick-room to read to Edward the
lessons for the day, and Julian stayed with Eva in the sitting-room, he
drew his chair beside hers, and they began to talk about Saint Werner's.

"Do you think you shall ever be a Fellow, Julian? I should so like you
to be?"

"And if I am, I shall hope very soon to exchange it for a happier
fellowship, Eva."

She wouldn't see what he meant, so he said, "Eva, shall I read to you?"

"Yes," she sa