“Well, Mrs. Valiant did ride Carbine on that Saturday. Such a scene it was! I see it now--the mottled plump of hounds upon the scent, the bright sun showing up the scarlet coats of the whips gloriously, the long stride of the hunters, ears back and quarters down! She rode Carbine, and the fences WERE stiff--so stiff that I couldn’t have taken half of them. Afterward I was not sorry that I couldn’t; for she rode for a fall that day on Carbine, her own horse, she had bought him of Major Karney a few days before,--and I heard her last words as she lay beside him, smiling through the dreadful whiteness of her lips. ‘Goodbye, Marmy,’ she whispered. ‘Carbine and I go together. It is better so, in the full cry and a big field. Tell the men at Luke’s that I hope they will pass at the coming exams.... I am going up--for my final--Marmy.--I wonder--if I’ll--pass.’ And then the words froze on her lips. “It was persecution that did it--diabolical persecution and selfishness. That was the worst day the college ever knew. At the funeral, when the provost read, ‘For that it hath pleased Thee to deliver this our sister out of the miseries of this sinful world,’ Big Wallington, the wildest chap among the grads, led off with a gulp in his throat, and we all followed. And that gold-spectacled sneak stood there, with a lying white handkerchief at his eyes. “I laid myself out to make the college too hot for him. In a week I had every man in the place with me, and things came to such a pass that all of us must be sent down, or Valiant resign. He resigned. He found another professorship; but the thing followed him, and he was obliged to leave the country.” When I finished the story, Mrs. Falchion was silent for a time, then, with a slight air of surprise, and in a quite critical way, she said: “I should think you would act very well, if you used less emotion. Mrs. Valiant had a kind of courage, but she was foolish to die. She should have stayed and fought him--fought him every way, until she was his master. She could have done it; she was clever, I should think. Still, if she had to die, it was better to go with a good horse that way. I think I should prefer to go swiftly, suddenly, but without the horror of blood and bruises, and that sort of thing.... I should like to meet Professor Valiant. He was hard, but he was able too.... But haven’t we had enough of horror? I asked you to amuse me, and you have merely interested me instead. Oh!--” This exclamation, I thought, was caused by the voice of the quartermaster humming: “I’m a-sailing, I’m a-sailing on the sea, To a harbour where the wind is still”-- Almost immediately she said: “I think I will go below.” Then, after a slight pause: “This is a liberal acquaintance for one day, Dr. Marmion; and, you know, we were not introduced.”