"It would be much better for you to get the newspaper report of the case--I can tell you the exact date--and read both _pro_ and _con_." "No report was ever published, Mr.Whymper; the case was heard with closed doors, or suppressed by Carew's influence.

So much, perhaps--to judge by your face--the better for me." "I think it would be better for you not to hear it, even now, Mr.
Yorke," returned the chaplain, not without a touch of tenderness in his tone.

"But, if you insist upon it, come to my private room, and let us breakfast together first, then we will have the story over our cigars." Accordingly, the two repaired to the apartment in question--a very snug one, on the ground-floor, but so strewn with documents and letters that it resembled a lawyer's sanctum.

The morning meal--which, in the host's case, consisted of a game-pie and a tankard of strong ale--having been here dispatched, and their cigars lighted, Parson Whymper began as follows: "It must have been in the autumn of 1821 that Carew finally left school--the public school of Harton.

He got into some difficulties with the authorities--refused, I believe, to apologize for some misdemeanor--so that he had to be privately withdrawn----" "I beg your pardon there," remarked Yorke, hastily.