"If you pass through that side of the cloisters and turn to the left, you will find the call-room. Mr. Baker is there with the roll, inscribing the new names as they come in, and he will add yours. What is your name?" "Paradyne." There was a free, frank sound in the voice, though the words spoken had been but two; and the boy lifted his hat (he would not get his cap and gown for a day or two) with somewhat of foreign courtesy as he turned away to the cloister. Mr. Henry, who had heard the name, hastened after him and overtook him in the cloister passage. "You are George Paradyne?" "Yes. And you are——" "Mr. Henry." Their hands were locked together; they gazed into each other's face. "I don't think I should have known you," said the boy. "No? I should have known you anywhere. It is the same face, not changed; but you have grown from a little boy into a great one." "_Your_ face is changed. It is thinner and paler, and—somehow——" "Well?" said Mr. Henry, for the sentence had come to a stop midway. "Speak out." "It is a sadder sort of face than it used to he. Are you quite well?" "Yes, I am well. I don't know that I am strong. Good-bye for now," hastily added Mr. Henry. "Mr. Long has told you where to go." The boy continued his way up the cloister, and another ran up to Mr. Henry—a second-desk boy named Powell. "I say, sir, do you know that new fellow?" "I used to know him," replied Mr. Henry. "But I have not seen him for several years." "Lamb says he thinks he is an outsider. I like the look of him. Where did you know him, Mr. Henry?" "At the Heidelberg University. He was a young pupil there, when I was a junior master." Mr. Powell's face grew considerably longer. "At the Heidelberg University! Does he speak German?" "He used to speak it perfectly. I dare say he does still." "That's blue, though," was the rejoinder. "I'm going in for the German prize: but who can stand against a fellow who has been in Germany? He's sure to be at our desk. What's his name, sir?" "You will learn it in good time, no doubt," called back Mr. Henry, who was hastening away as if he were in a hurry. And Mr. Powell vaulted over the open cloister wall into the quadrangle: which was against rules. A few moments, and the chapel-bell rang out. The boys got their caps and gowns, and went into the call-room. Dr. Brabazon came up in his surplice and hood, and they followed him into chapel.