Stewart, who had received a letter from the Babe’s father by the same post, looked in after breakfast with congratulations. “I am delighted,” he said, “but, in a way, disappointed, and for this reason: I was looking forward to your _denoûement_ with some interest, and I should have found a melancholy pleasure in seeing how you would make your exit from Cambridge, and what piece of extraordinary folly would have been your last. It seems I shall have to wait another year for that.” “Oh, don’t mind me,” said the Babe, shrilly. “Say you’re sorry I’m coming up again straight out, if you like.” “No. On the whole, I don’t mind waiting another year,” said Stewart. THE END. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Babe, B.A., by E. F. Benson