Yes, they were there. He had Anne's arm tucked up under his, and his head bent over her that she might catch his whispers. They turned round at hearing our footsteps. "Indeed we must go home, Mr. Angerstyne," said Julia Podd, who had run down after me, and spoke crossly. "The college clock is chiming a quarter to eleven. There's Mrs. Lake waiting for us under the Tower!" "Is it so late?" he answered her, in a pleasant voice. "Time flies quickly in the moonlight: I've often remarked it." Walking forward, he kept by the side of Julia; Anne and I followed together. Some of the boys were shouting themselves hoarse from the top of the ascent, wanting to know if we were lost. "Is it all settled, Anne?" I asked her, jestingly, dropping my voice. "Is what settled?" she returned. But she understood; for her face looked like a rose in the moonlight. "You know. _I_ can see, if the others can't. And if it makes you happy, Anne, I am very glad of it." "Oh, Johnny, I hope--I hope no one else does see. But indeed you are making more of it than it deserves." "What does he say to you?" "He has not _said_ anything. So you see, Johnny, you may be quite mistaken." It was all the same: if he had not said anything yet, there could be no question that he meant soon to say it. We were passing the old elm-trees just then; the moonlight, flickering through them on Anne's face, lighted up the sweet hope that lay on it. "Sometimes I think if--if papa should not approve of it!" she whispered. "But he is sure to approve of it. One cannot help liking Mr. Angerstyne: and his position is undeniable." The sub-dean's dinner guests were gone, the three carriages bowling them away; and the porter kept up a fire of abuse as he waited to watch us through the little postern-door. The boys, being college boys, returned his attack with interest. Wishing the Sankers good-night, who ran straight down Edgar Street on their way home, we turned off up the steps, and found Mrs. Lake standing patiently at her door. I saw Mr. Angerstyne catch Anne's hand for a moment in his, under cover of our entrance. The morning brought news. Dr. and Mrs. Lewis were on their way to Maythorn Bank, expected to reach it that evening, and the young ladies were bidden to depart for it on the following day. * * * * * A wonderful change had taken place in Dr. Lewis. If they had doubted before whether the doctor was not falling into his dotage they could not doubt longer, for he was decidedly _in_ it. A soft-speaking, mooning man, now; utterly lost in the shadow cast by his wife's importance. She appeared to be smiling in face and gentle in accent as ever, but she overruled every soul in the house: no one but herself had a will in it. What little strength of mind he might have had, his new bride had taken out of him.