rding the wall, supremely indifferent.

"Well, I've finished my Ethics," said Hardy; "can't you come in
to-morrow night to talk them over? I suppose you're through them
too?"

"No, really," said Grey. "I haven't been able to look at them
since the last time I was here."

"You must take care," said Hardy. "The new examiners are all for
science and history; it won't do for you to go in trusting to
your scholarship."

"I hope to make it up in the Easter vacation," said Grey. "You'll
have enough to do then," said Hardy; "but how is it you've
dropped astern so?"

"Why, the fact is," said Grey, hesitatingly, "that the curate of
St. Peter's has set up some night schools, and wanted some help.
So I have been doing what I could to help him; and really,"
looking at his watch, "I must be going. I only wanted to tell you
how it was I didn't come now."

Hardy looked at Tom, who was rather taken aback by this
announcement, and began to look less haughtily at the wall. He
even condescended to take a short glance at his neighbor.

"It's unlucky," said Hardy; "but do you teach every night?"

"Yes," said Grey. "I used to do my science and history at night,
you know; but I find that teaching takes so much out of me, that
I'm only fit for bed now, when I get back. I'm so glad I've told
you. I have wanted to do it for some time. And if you would let
me come in for an hour, directly after hall, instead of later, I
think I could still manage that."

"Of course," said Hardy, "come when you like. But it's rather
hard to take you away every night, so near the examinations."

"It is my own wish," said Grey. "I should have been very glad if
it hadn't happened just now; but as it has I must do the best I
can."

"Well, but I should like to help you. Can't I take a night or two
off your hands?"

"No!" said Tom, fired with sudden enthusiasm; "it will be as bad
for you, Hardy. It can't want much scholarship to teach there.
Let me go. I'll take two nights a week if you'll let me."

"Oh, thank you," said Grey; "but I don't know how my friend might
like it. That is--I mean," he said, getting very red, "it's very
kind of you, only I'm used to it; and--and they rely on me. But I
really must go--good night;" and Grey went off in confusion.

As soon as the door had fairly closed, Hardy could stand it no
longer, and lay back in his chair laughing till the tears ran
down his cheeks. Tom, wholly unable to appreciate the joke, sat
looking at