in his revenge. Jacques refused to tell him the
news, and maligned his character to the Doctor, and forced him to
listen in silence to that abuse. He takes his promised revenge--for he
understands very well what he interrupted.

Jacques stays all the morning, hoping that Sir Asinus will depart; but
that gentleman betrays no intention of vacating the premises. Finally,
in a paroxysm of internal rage, and a perfect outward calmness, the
graceful Jacques retires--with a last look for Belle-bouche.

One thought consoles him. He will escort her to the ball, and on his
return in his two-seated curriculum defy the interruption of all the
Asinuses that ever lived.

Poor Jacques! as he goes sadly back, the cloud rising upon the dream
is more asleep than ever.

CHAPTER XXII.

HOW HOFFLAND PREFERRED A GLOVE TO A DOZEN PISTOLES.

One of the most beautiful walks in the neighborhood of Williamsburg
was known to the fair dames and gallant cavaliers of that epoch as the
"Indian Camp."

To this spot, on the morning of the day fixed for the ball at the
_Raleigh_, did Mowbray and the young student Hoffland direct their
steps, conversing pleasantly, and glad of the occasion to enjoy the
fresh beauties of nature, which presented so agreeable a contrast to
the domains of study at the good College of William and Mary. Let it
not, however, be imagined that the boy Hoffland was in the habit, as
Panurge said, of "breaking his head with study." Not at all. The
remissness of that young gentleman in his attendance upon the lectures
of the professors, had become by this time almost a proverb. Indeed,
his attendance was the exception--his absence the rule. Buried in his
quarters, in the neighborhood of Gloucester street, he seemed to exist
in a pleasant disregard of all the rules and regulations of the
college; and when the professors attempted to reason with him--which,
was seldom, inasmuch as they scarcely ever saw him--he would
acknowledge his sins very readily, and as readily promise amendment;
and then, after the well-known fashion of sinners, return to his evil
courses, and become more remiss than ever.

Mowbray would often remonstrate with him on this neglect of his
studies; but Hoffland always turned aside his advice with some amusing
speech, or humorous banter. When the elder student said, "Now,
Charles, as your friend I counsel you not to throw away your time and
dissipate your mind;" to this Hoffland would reply, "Yes, y