It was “funny” to Haydock and Wolcott, although Wolcott, perhaps, wouldn’t have found it out by himself. When, a short time afterwards, the Editor-in-chief of the “Monthly” begged permission to print “The Vocabulary of Æschylus,” and the “Crimson” called it “a remarkably distinguished bit of research,” and the Signet remarked that real merit always found its level, Haydock and Wolcott got together and laughed, and were “just too cynical for anything,” as Ellis said, reprovingly. They laughed, too, when they met McGaw in the Yard or the Square,--somehow he had become a more familiar figure in the college scene,--and spoke to him. McGaw always had a cordial “hello” for Haydock alone. To Haydock and Wolcott together, he gave a somewhat stiff nod. Wolcott, unaccompanied, he ignored. “That young man will succeed,” said Wolcott, one morning after he had been given--as he explained to Haydock--“the frozen eye twice, in front of Foster’s.” “Any one who can afford to make a point of cutting you has succeeded,” laughed Haydock. McGaw’s independence and “cheek” pleased them both exceedingly. Haydock had some foundation for his remark. McGaw was prosperous; he was happy; to many of his classmates, he had become something of a personage. He followed “The Vocabulary of Æschylus” in the “Monthly” by “Life and the Classics,” and “Hellas and the Athletic Question” in the “Advocate,”--two intelligent essays that were happy in creating varied opinions among the readers of the college papers, and in causing his name to be added very soon to the list of the “Monthly’s” editors. There are few institutions in college through which one’s tether, so to speak, can be more indefinitely extended than through the Signet and the college press. McGaw’s acquaintance became large and eclectic. It brought him work,--tutoring of all kinds,--more than he could undertake. It gave him an interest in college activities, and an intimate knowledge of them that enabled him to supply several Sunday newspapers with columns of unimportant but lucrative information and journalistic rigmarole. It made it possible for him at length to return to Barrows one of the periodical remittances and something additional, in payment of what he preferred to consider his debt. Barrows gave Wolcott, and Wolcott gave Haydock, and Haydock gave Wolcott’s sister the note that went with it. Between the lines they all read the fine feeling that McGaw, with even finer feeling, had delicately suggested. McGaw was nearing the crest of the wave. The grinds of the class, in discussing him, conceded to him a dubious facility for getting high marks in his studies, and a somewhat frivolous knack of impressing people favourably. But they agreed that, at last analysis, he lacked the instincts of a true scholar. The other men told one another that he was “a terrible grind, but a darned nice fellow!”--which was another way of saying he was “really human, in spite of Æschylus.”