Surprise made her turn to Mr. St. John: but she wilfully ignored the first part of the sentence. "Over his grave! I do not understand." "He is to be buried in the cloisters, near to this entrance-door, near to where we are now standing. There appears to be a vacant space here," cried Mr. St. John, looking down at his feet: "I dare say it will be in this very spot." "By whose decision is he to be buried in the cloisters?" quickly asked Georgina. "The dean's, of course. Henry craved it of him." "I wonder papa did not tell me! What a singular fancy of Henry's!" "I do not think so. It was natural that he should wish his last resting-place to be amidst old associations, amidst his old companions; and near to _you_, Georgina." "There! I knew what you were driving at," returned Georgina, in a pouting, wilful tone. "You are going to accuse me of breaking his heart, or some such obsolete nonsense: I assure you I never----" "Stay, Georgina; I do not care to hear this. I have delivered his message to you, and there let it end." "You are as stupid and fanciful as he was," retorted Miss Beauclerc. "Not quite so stupid in one respect, for he was blind to your faults; I am not. And never shall be," he added, in a tone of significance which caused the life-blood at Georgina's heart to stand still. But she could not keep it up--the assumption of indifference, the apparent levity. The death was telling upon her, and she burst into hysterical tears. At that moment, Lewis junior passed them, and swung in at the cathedral door, on the master's errand, meeting Mrs. Beauclerc, who was coming out. "Tell mamma I'm gone home," whispered Georgina to Mr. St. John, as she disappeared in the opposite direction. "Arkell is dead, Mr. St. John," observed Mrs. Beauclerc. "The bell is tolling for him. I wonder the dean ordered the bell to toll for _him_: it will cause quite a commotion in the city to hear the college death-bell." "He is to be buried here, in the cloisters, Mrs. Beauclerc." "Really! Will the dean allow it?" "The dean has decided it." "Oh, indeed. I never understand half the dean does." "So your companion is gone, Lewis junior," observed Mr. St. John, as the boy came stealing out of the college with his information. But Lewis never answered: and though he touched his forehead (he had no cap on) to the dean's wife, he never raised his eyes; but sneaked on, with his ghastly face, and his head bent down. Those of the college boys who wished it went to see him in his coffin. Georgina Beauclerc also went. She told the dean, in a straightforward manner, that she should like to see Henry Arkell now he lay dead; and the dean saw no reason for refusing. The death had sobered Miss Beauclerc; but whatever feeling of remorse she might be conscious of, was hidden within her. "You will not be frightened, I suppose, Georgina?" said the dean, in some indecision. "Did you ever see anybody dead?"