ISO IDLEHURST: 



other doors in the lane. To-day I met in the Turl 

 Lethbridge of St. Boniface's, the volunteer Don, the 

 Juvenalian 



" Bonus miles, tutor bonus " 



of our day : it flashed upon me that he was at that 

 fatal dinner ; and though I knew I was safe from 

 those mildly-peering glasses, I confess I looked 

 another way. Not until I had wandered down the 

 meadows and along the towpath, observing the devious 

 arks and shallops silken-sailed with parasols, scattered 

 by one rough eight in training for Henley, did that 

 obsession wholly pass away. 



I had found rooms near the High ; and as darkness 

 fell I looked from an attic window upon the green 

 sky behind St. Mary's and the sky-line of pinnacles, 

 battlements, and chimney-pots ; here a dusky syca- 

 more feathering out between the houses ; here a 

 glimpse of a lane-end under a yellow lamp, with the 

 momentary traffic over its cobblestones, now men in 

 flannels, late from the river, now two girls in lilac 

 blouses, now a flowing M.A. the very Proctor ! 

 For some merciful reason the electric light, whose 

 blue lightnings make darkness in the High a kind 

 of Walpurgisnacht, was for the nonce extinct ; and 

 I was able to recall how in my last term I once 



