nstead of a sumptuous repast in the rooms of
Lord Fitzurse, who made up for the dirt which they had been eating by
the splendour of his entertainment.

"I'll be even yet with that fellow Home," muttered Brogten, as they were
parting.

"He's not w-w-worth it," said the host. "He's one of the g-g-ghouls;
eh, Bruce--ha! ha! ha!"

CHAPTER TEN.

CONTRASTS.

"And here was Labour his own bond slave; Hope
That never set the pains against the prize;
Idleness halting with his weary clog,
And poor misguided Shame and witless Fear
And simple Pleasure foraging for Death."
Wordsworth. _The Prelude_.

Although Julian did not immediately feel, and had not particular reason
to dread, the results of Brogten's displeasure, yet it was very annoying
to be on the same stair-case with him. It was a constant reminder that
there was one person, and he near at hand, who regarded him as an enemy.
For a time, indeed, Brogten tried a few practical jokes on his
neighbour and quondam school-fellow, which gratified for the moment his
desire for revenge. Thus he would empty the little jug of milk which
stood every day before Julian's door into the great earthenware pitcher
of water which was usually to be found in the same position or he would
make a surreptitious entry into his rooms, and amuse himself by
upturning chairs and tables, turning pictures with their faces to the
wall, and doing sometimes considerable damage and mischief. Once
Julian, on preparing to get into bed, found a neat little garden laid
out for his reception, between the sheets--flower-beds and gravel walks,
all complete. This course of petty annoyance he bore, though not
without a great struggle, in dignified and contemptuous silence. He
looked Brogten firmly in the face, whenever they chanced to meet, and
never gave him the triumph of perceiving that his small arts of vexation
had taken the slightest effect. He merely smiled when the hot-headed
Kennedy suggested retaliation, and would not allow Lillyston to try the
effect of remonstrance. It was not long before Brogten became
thoroughly ashamed that his malice should be tried and despised, and he
would have proceeded to more overt acts of hatred had he not been one
day informed by Lillyston that the Hartonians generally had heard of his
proceedings, and that if he continued them he would be universally cut.
For, indeed, such practical jokes as Brogten attempted are now almost
unknown at Camford,