That evening Reggie and the Babe went to call on Jack Marsden who had come up for a week. Jack was very short, barely five feet high, but he made up for that by being very stout. The Babe also got a fine nib, and employed half an hour in copying something very carefully onto the back of a plain black-edged envelope. He was up in good time next morning, and he had three letters by the post. One of these was black-edged, and had on the back of the envelope a Royal Crown, and _Windsor Castle_. He opened them all, and left this last face downwards on the table. Mr. Stewart came in, still in the best of spirits, and walked about the room, expatiating on the superiority of royal families, while the Babe made tea. “It makes a difference,” said Stewart, “it must make a difference, if one’s fathers and forefathers have been kings. One would have the habit and the right of command. I don’t know if I ever told you--” His eye caught sight of the Royal Crown and Windsor Castle, and he paused a moment. “I don’t know if I ever told you of that very pleasant day I once spent at Sandringham.” “Yes, you told me about it yesterday,” said the Babe brutally. “I suppose they are all up in Scotland now,” said Stewart. “No, the Queen is at Windsor for a day or two,” said the Babe. “She goes up early next week. Will you have a sole?” “Thanks--not a whole one. I asked because I saw you had a letter here from Windsor.” The Babe looked up quickly and just changed colour--he could do it quite naturally--and picked up his letters. “Yes, it’s from my cousin,” he said. “She’s in waiting, just now.” “Lady Julia?” “Yes. Apparently they are not going straight up.” The subject dropped, but a few minutes later the Babe said suddenly and in an absent-minded way. “I don’t think she’s ever been to Cambridge before.” “Lady Julia?” Again the Babe started. “Yes, Lady Julia. She is thinking of coming up to--to see me on Monday. Is there anything in the papers?” “I only read the _Morning Post_,” said Mr. Stewart. “There is of course a short account of the Prince’s visit here, but I saw nothing else.” For the next day or two the Babe was very busy, too busy to do much work. He went more than once with Reggie and Jack to the A.D.C. where they looked up several dresses, and he had a long interview with the proprieter of the Bull. He took a slip of paper to the printer’s, with certain elaborate directions, and on Monday morning there arrived at Trinity a Bath chair. Then he went to Mr. Stewart, who was his tutor, and had a short talk, with the result that at a quarter to two, Mr. Stewart was pacing agitatedly up and down his room, stopping always in front of the window, from which he could see the staircase on which were the Babe’s rooms, and on which now appeared a long strip of crimson carpet. As luck would have it Mr. Medingway selected this time for going to Mr. Stewart’s rooms to borrow a book and the two looked out of the window together.