“I am delighted,” he said, “but, in a way, disappointed, and for this reason: I was looking forward to your denoûement with some interest, and I should have found a melancholy pleasure in seeing how you would make your exit from Cambridge, and what piece of extraordinary folly would have been your last. It seems I shall have to wait another year for that.”
“Oh, don’t mind me,” said the Babe, shrilly. “Say you’re sorry I’m coming up again straight out, if you like.”
“No. On the whole, I don’t mind waiting another year,” said Stewart.
THE END.