A queer fellow--very able.

They say he'll get his First.

Well--we shall meet at the Eights and then we'll make plans.

Goodnight." He smiled on her, and went his way, ruminating uncomfortably as he walked back to his college along the empty midnight streets.

Falloden?
It was to be hoped there was nothing in that! How Ella Risborough would have detested the type! But there was much that was not her mother in the daughter.