'Oh yes, quite sure. He was preaching quite a sermon to nurse on the Prodigal's return.' Lucy was just in time as she hurried out of the college gate to meet the men coming in from the examination. They were looking worn and tired, and some were looking glum, and others had assumed an air of cheerfulness that sat ill on their anxious faces. One or two had the examination papers in their hands, and were adding up with their friends the questions they had scored off. The process did not seem to give them unmixed satisfaction. Lucy thought that her lover must already have passed through the court, as he was not among the crowd at the gate, and she was congratulating herself on having escaped him, when she saw him coming across the road. She couldn't run away; she was obliged to stop in the face of all those men at the college gate and shake hands with him. She wasn't at all sure he would not take her in his arms before them all. There was no saying what he would do. He never did anything like other men; he did not measure the world and its customs with the impulse of the moment. Was not the world made for him? Wyatt Edgell didn't take her in his arms, and he didn't kiss her in the face of all the men assembled at the college gate, but he walked back by her side to Newnham. 'Well,' she said eagerly, 'and how have you done?' He was glad to see she was flushed and eager; he didn't know it was the fear of what he was going to do that had moved her and heightened her colour. 'I have been thinking about you every day,' he said. 'If I have not done well it will be your fault, not mine.' She would much rather he had been thinking about his work, but she did not say so. 'It is nearly over,' she said, with a little catch in her voice; 'only one day more. What will you do when it is over, when you have nothing more to work for?' 'I shall come to you for my reward.' His eyes were blazing down upon her with a sudden heat of passion that made her tremble. 'I shall come to-morrow night, after the exam. is finished. I shall come to the old place in the lane.' He did not tell her that he had been there every morning of the week. 'It is so hard to get out of nights,' she said. 'We are not expected to go out after Hall.' He stopped in the middle of the path and laughed. 'Ah!' he said. 'No lovers allowed, and all that sort of thing; no whispering beneath the moon. Never mind, my dear; if they won't let you whisper beneath the moon, I've no objection to lamplight. If you must not meet me in the lane, Lucy, I shall come up to the front-door.' 'Oh, I'm sure that will never do!' she said, almost tearfully; she was dreadfully afraid he would keep his word. 'They wouldn't let you come in, I'm sure. You are not a brother--or--or a cousin----' 'No, my dear, thank God! I am neither of these undesirable things. I am a lover--my darling's own true lover!'