“Oh, all the regular things. Harry gets into the eleven, and Gerald Eversley turns into Robert Elsmere for a time. Then of course he falls in love with Harry’s sister, who gallops away in consumption, and dies. So Gerald determines to commit suicide, and leaves a note for Harry saying what he is going to do, and just as he is preparing to jump into a lake--he has previously thrown his coat with a stone wrapped up in it, into the water--he feels a hand on his shoulder. It’s Harry of course. Naturally he has found the letter, which tells him that the writer will be a corpse when he finds it, which is a black lie, and goes off just in time to the place where Gerald very prudently tells him that the deed will be done. So Gerald goes to a town in the North of England, probably Coventry again, and wears a locket of purest enamel, with the name ‘Ethel’ on it. The book ends: ‘He is dead now.’” Reggie was still turning over the leaves of the book. “Who is Mr. Selby?” “The good young master with a secret sorrow, to whom all the boys open their hearts.” “I see that Harry lies at death’s door, having caught inflammation of the lungs in a football match. That’s another original situation.” “Oh dear, yes, and old gentlemen cannot meet fifty years after they have left school without saying: ‘You remember that catch? My dear fellow, why did you let that ball go through your legs?’ I would sooner be Babe all my life than live to be an old man like that.” “And Harry gets the last goal just before time. The back’s leg ‘flashed.’ I’ve never seen your legs flash, Babe.” “No--I’m only a half-back.” “That accounts for it. Let’s have tea, and then we’ll play a game of pills.” “All right. Then you can dine in Hall with me. I can’t afford dinner in my room, and we’ll work afterwards.” X.--ROYAL VISITORS. “Prince and Princess!” he cried. “That means Will play at being kings and queens.”--HOTCH-POTCH VERSES.