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So once more he was separated from Julian and Lillyston in hall and chapel, for they now sat at the scholars' table and in the scholars' seats. He was beginning to get over his feeling of sorrow when he received a letter, which did not need the coronet on the seal to show him that his correspondent was De Vayne. He opened it with eagerness and curiosity, and read
And Julian went back in the same train with De Vayne, happy too, with a mind strengthened and expanded, with knowledge deepened and widened, with an honourable ambition opening before him, and friends and a fair position already won. All these results had sprung from those few and swiftly-gliding weeks. The Christmas time passed very pleasantly for the Homes.
Brogten began to whistle, and Kennedy relieved his feelings by digging the poker into the fire. And then there was a pause. "I want you to ask De Vayne." "And I tell you I won't ask him." "Whew-w-w-w!" Another long whistle, during which Kennedy mashed and battered the black lumps that smouldered in the grate. "Whew-ew-ew-ew! Oh, very well." Brogten left the room.
Julian, on the other hand, who knew far fewer men, could count among his new and old companions some real friends friends who would cling to him in adversity as well as in prosperity, and who loved him for his own sake, whether his fortunes were in sunshine or in cloud. First among these newly-acquired friends he counted the names of Owen and Kennedy, among the old ones of Lillyston and De Vayne.
His expression was something totally different from anything that Lillyston had ever observed in him, even from a boy, and his feet seemed to waver under him as he walked. De Vayne joined them in the court, and was quite startled to see Julian looking so ill.
As De Vayne glanced round at the men assembled at Kennedy's rooms, he felt a little vexation, and half wished he had not come. Why on earth did Kennedy see so much of these Bruces and Brogtens when he was so thoroughly unlike them?
But when it came to asking De Vayne, he simply replied to Brogten's suggestion flatly: "I will not." "Won't you? but why?" "Why? because I suspect you and that fellow Bruce of wishing to treat him as you treated Hazlet." "I've no designs against him whatever." "Well, I won't ask him, that's flat." "Whew-ew-ew-ew-ew!"
But, for these reasons, it was wholly out of Bruce's power to pay Brogten the bet, if he failed in trying to shake the temperance of De Vayne. He saw at once that he had mistaken his subject; he took De Vayne for a man whose goodness and humility would make him pliant to all designs. A dark thought entered Bruce's mind.
"Julian," whispered De Vayne as they went away, "would you mind my sending that herb Paris to Vi I beg pardon, to Miss Home, to your sister." "Oh dear, yes, if you like," said Julian carelessly, surprised at the earnestness of his manner about such a trifle. "It's only, you know, because Miss Home had heard that they were to be found near Camford, and asked me to get her one for her herbarium."
Violet was taken by surprise; she had known Lord De Vayne so long and so intimately, and their stations were so different, that the thought of his loving her had never entered her head. She regarded him familiarly as her brother's friend. "Dear De Vayne," she said, "I shall always love you as a friend, as a brother. But did you not know that I have been for some months engaged?"
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