"Oh yes, sir, in perfect peace. Thank you greatly for all."
CHAPTER X.
THE GRAVESTONE IN THE CLOISTERS.
It was the brightest day, though March was not yet out, the first warm, lovely day of spring. Men passed each other in the streets, with a congratulation that the winter weather had gone, and the college boys, penned up in their large schoolroom, gazed aloft through the high windows at the blue sky and the sunshine, and thought what a shame it was that they should be held prisoners on such a days instead of galloping over the country at "Hare and Hounds."
"Third Latin class walk up," cried Mr. Wilberforce.
The third Latin class walked up, and ranged itself in front of the master's desk. "Who's top of this class?" asked he.
"Me, sir," replied the gentleman who owned that distinction.
"Who's 'me' sir?"
"Me, sir."