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Updated: June 4, 2025
Moncton Manes. For many days Lord De Vayne seemed to be hovering between life and death. The depression of his spirits weighed upon his frame, and greatly retarded his recovery.
They went home next day, and soon after received a note from Lady De Vayne, informing them that Arthur was worse, and that they intended removing for some time to a seat of his in Scotland; after which they meant to travel on the Continent for another year, if his health permitted it. "But," she said, "I fear he has had a relapse, and his state is very precarious.
"You are not Mr Bruce?" she said with a slight shudder. "No; my name is Edward Kennedy. Ah, madam! do not look at me so reproachfully, I cannot endure it. Believe me, I would have died I would indeed rather than that this should have happened to Lord De Vayne." "Nay, Mr Kennedy, I cannot believe that you were more than thoughtless.
That afternoon, as she was coming in from the stable Jessie came running towards her. "Oh, Miss Ida, there's Lord and Lady Bannerdale and Lady Vayne and two of the young ladies in the drawing-room." "Very well," said Ida, quietly; and removing her right-hand gauntlet, she went straight into the drawing-room.
De Vayne walked into the noblemen's seats, and Julian, hot and angry, and with the words, "Scorn! to be scorned by one that I scorn," still ringing in his ears, strode up the whole length of the chapel to the obscure corner set apart is it not very needlessly set apart? for the sizars' use. Saint Werner's chapel on a Sunday evening is a moving sight.
A moment of breathless silence, and then another step, or rather the steps of two men; he detected by the sound that they were Lillyston and De Vayne. In one moment he would know the Was it the best or the worst? He stood with his hand on the handle of the door; but it seemed as if they would never get to the top of the stairs. Why on earth were they so slow?
Let me go; it must be time for you to go to hall." "I'm not going to dine in hall to-day," said De Vayne. "Dining at the high table, with none but dons to talk to, is dull work for an undergraduate. Stop! you shall dine with me here, Julian. I know you won't care to go to hall to-day. Nay, you shall," he said, putting his back against the door; "I shall be as dull as night without you."
"And leave this dreadful place," he said, "for ever." "Hush, my boy; try to sleep again." He soon slept, and then Lady De Vayne wrote to Kennedy a short note, in which she explained as kindly and considerately as she could, that Arthur was not yet strong enough to allow of any more visits to his sick-room.
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.
"Come, Julian, and let's have a row or a sail," said Cyril one morning to him, as he sat at work. "Frank and I have nothing to do to-day." "Not to-day, Cyril, my boy. I really must do some work; you know De Vayne made me ride with him yesterday, and I've done very little the last day or two." "I wish I liked work as you do, Julian." "Oh!
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