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Julian's third year at Camford was by no means the happiest period of his life there, because the sad absence of Kennedy and De Vayne made a gap in his circle of friends which could not easily be filled up; but this was the annus mirabilis of his university career.
His cordiality and thoughtfulness were appreciated. They made me feel less alone and less dependent upon my own resources. Campbell had arranged that all letters addressed to me in America should be forwarded to the Camford Street office, and Matthews insisted that I should write my own letters there.
"He is very clever is he not?" "Very; one of the cleverest fellows in Saint Werner's." "Then is he idle?" "I'm afraid so, Vi. You must get him to work more." So when he was seated by her on the sofa in her little boudoir, she said, "You must work more, Edward, at Camford, to please me." "Ah, do not talk to me of Camford," he said, with a heavy sigh.
He tried some of the books on the table, but they were all unspeakably dull; he looked at the pictures on the wall, but they were most of them the likenesses of Camford celebrities which he already knew by heart; he looked out of the window, but the court was empty, and there was nothing to see.
"Faugh," said Bruce, on his return to Camford, "that fellow Hazlet isn't worth making an experiment upon in corpore vili truly; but the creature is so wicked at heart, that even his cherished traditions crumble at a touch. He's no game; he doesn't even run cunning." "Then I hope you'll p-p-pay me my p-p-p-ponies," said Fitzurse.
And, if we were not married at the American Embassy, we were at the rooms of the London consul, whom Matthews, at the Camford Street office, knew and who was another splendid chap and glad to oblige a fellow-countryman, particularly after seeing the lady he was to marry. The consul and his wife and Hephzy were our only witnesses.
If Oxford had a good deal of Jacobitism hidden decorously away in its ancient colleges, if there were a good many disloyal toasts drunk in the seclusion of scholastic rooms, there was apparently only a feeling of curious indifference at the rival university, for Gray has put it on record that at Cambridge "they had no more sense of danger than if it were the battle of Cannae," and we learn that some grave Dons actually were thinking of driving to Camford to see the Scotch troops march past, "as though they were volunteers out for a sham-fight, or a circus procession."
"Pooh! you don't suppose I care for that," said Julian, "even supposing it were likely to be true; besides " He said no more, but his proud look at his sister's face seemed to imply that he expected rather to be envied than laughed at. Accordingly, they went up together, and, as the train drew nearer and nearer to Camford, all three grew silent and thoughtful.
The next day, as Kennedy was sitting in Julian's rooms, glancing over the Aeschylus with him, in strutted Hazlet, whom we have incidentally mentioned as having been the son of a widow lady living at Ildown. He had come up to Camford straight from home, and as he had only received a home-education everything was strangely bewildering to him, and Julian was almost the only friend he knew.
And, besides this, new tastes were growing up in Edward Kennedy, and, by slow and fatal degrees, were developing into passions. Hazlet had come to Camford not so much innocent as ignorant. He had never learnt to restrain and control the strong tendencies which, in the quiet shades of Ildown, had been sheltered from temptation.
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