"And so we will," cried Leek, in a generous fit of repentance, and some shame; as he remembered the impediments it had been their delight to throw into the way of the foreign master, and how patiently he had borne it all. Leek could not help being struck with the look of _goodness_, of truth in the face before him, though it might never have struck him particularly before; and it suddenly occurred to him to wonder whether they had been mistaken on sundry little matters. A man who has just treated us to a good dinner can't be a bad man. "Mr. Henry, was it you that told of the seniors smoking, when there was that row last autumn term?" he asked impulsively. "It was not. I answered this at the time." "Then I'm blest if I don't believe it was Lamb, after all! He's a beauty. And I daresay other things that they said of you were as untrue?" "I daresay they were," replied Mr. Henry, smiling. "What a jolly shame! Don't go away because of us, Mr. Henry. It was all Trace's fault." "Ay. Good bye," he kindly added, as he walked away to catch an omnibus that would take him to Orville. He went to Mrs. Paradyne's on his arrival there. That lady was alone, evidently in a very aggrieved temper. She sat in her usual place on the sofa, in a once handsome but now faded muslin gown, garnished with seagreen ribbons. Her bonnet lay on the table. "What is the matter?" inquired Mr. Henry. "The matter is, that Mary has not come home, and she knows she was to have gone out with me," was Mrs. Paradyne's fretful answer. "I can't think what is keeping her. Mrs. Hill should not do it." He sat down by her on the sofa, reached out his pocket-book, and gave her five of the bank-notes lying in it. "I took my translation in to-day," was all he said. Mrs. Paradyne began counting them. She looked up. "I thought you were to receive thirty pounds for it. You have always said so." "I did receive thirty. But—" "You have given me only twenty-five," came the quick interruption; and the tone was not a pleasant one. "I have kept one of the notes. I am sorry to have to do so, but I want it." "Want it for _what?_" she asked with a surprised stress upon the word. "But a day or two ago you informed me you had no need of money just now." "True. I will tell you if you wish particularly to know," he continued; for she was looking at him questionably, and evidently waiting for the information, as one might who had a right to it. "You have heard me speak of Carl Weber?" "That great friend and fellow-professor of yours at Heidelberg. Well?"