CHAPTER XVI.
On the morning after the events last described Mr.Ambrose sat at breakfast opposite his wife.

The early post had just arrived, bringing the usual newspaper and two letters.
"Any news, my dear ?" inquired Mrs.Ambrose with great suavity, as she rinsed her teacup in the bowl preparatory to repeating the dose.

"Is not it time that we should hear from John ?" "There is a letter from him, strange to say.

Wait a minute--my dear, the Tripos is over and he wants to know if he may stop here--" "The Tripos over already! How has he done?
Do tell me, Augustin!" "He does not know," returned the vicar, quickly looking over the contents of the letter.

"The lists are not out--he thinks he has done very well--he has had a hint that he is high up--wants to know whether he may stop on his way to London--he is going to see his father--" "Of course he shall come," said Mrs.Ambrose with enthusiasm.