her of the
captain--a terrible fellow by all accounts. He rowed in the boat of his
'Varsity the last year he was at Cambridge, and since then he has been
called to the bar, and no one knows what else! People say Oliver
Greenfield is a rising man; if so, we may hear of him again. At any
rate in the eyes of the admiring youngsters of Saint Dominic's he was a
great man already.

So was his friend Wraysford, a fellow of his college, and a "coach" for
industrious undergraduates. He does not look like a tutor, certainly,
to judge by his jovial face and the capers he persisted in cutting with
some of his old comrades of years ago. But he is one, and Saint
Dominic's Junior eyed him askance shyly, and thought him rather more
learned and formidable a person than the old Doctor himself.

No one enjoyed themselves on that day more than these two, who prowled
about and visited every nook and cranny of the old place--studies,
passages, class-rooms, Fourth Junior and all.

The match is over, the jubilations of victory have subsided, and one by
one the visitors depart. Among the last to leave are Oliver and
Wraysford; they have stayed to dine with the Doctor, and when at last
they do turn their backs on the old school it is getting late.

Stephen accompanies them down to the station. On the way they pass the
well-known Cockchafer. The old board is still there, but a new name is
upon it.

"Hullo! what's become of Cripps?" asked Wraysford.

"Oh! he's gone," said Stephen. "Didn't you know?"

"No! When was that?"

"The very time you and Noll went up to Cambridge. The magistrates took
away his licence for allowing gambling to go on at his house. He stuck
on at the lock-house for some time, and then disappeared suddenly. They
said he was wanted for some bit of swindling or other. Anyhow, he's
gone."

"And a very good riddance too," says Oliver.

"So it is," replies Stephen. "By the way, Noll, what's the last news of
Loman?"

"Oh, I meant to tell you. He's coming home; I had a letter from him a
week or two ago. He says the four or five years' farming and knocking
about in Australia have pulled him together quite; you know how ill he
was when he went out?"

"So he was," says Wraysford.

"He's coming home to be near his father and mother. He's been reading
law, he says, out in the backwoods, and means to go into his father's
office."

"I'm glad he's coming home," says Wraysford. "Poor fellow! I wonder
whe